Date: Wed, 01 Jul 1998 12:57:06 -0600 
Subject: [ffml] [MW] Who shall befriend this new hero? 
 
From: David Butler <sirfaalin@geocities.com> 
 
	Falsted was always one to like history. Especially that of the Middle Ages. When he 
decided to take this trip to the British Isles he never thought that things would end up like
this.   
	He had strayed off a road and decided to explore a strange looking grove of trees that 
had some how been glowing. He didn't know what it was or how it got there but he was going to 
find out. When he arrived there he found a hole made by a meteor. In this hole he saw a stone 
box, the lid broken by fallen space rock. In this box was a sword with a gem in it's hilt 
that had an extreme amount of light coming from it. At first he thought he better not touch 
it but he felt compelled to do so. When touching it he felt a strange warmth flowing through 
him. He began to get a little faint he tried to let go of the sword but his hand was some how 
stuck around the hilt of the sword, his palm on the gem. Then all things went dark.  
	When he woke up he was in what looked like the same grove of trees but there was no 
road from where he had come. He could do nothing but start travelling in some direction in 
hopes of finding a road. Some how he knew that this was not the same world he had left but a 
part of him did not want to believe it.   
	"Is this world inhabited? And if it is, will I find a friend to help me get back home? 
Or will I die in this place. So far from what I had known before.", he had thought to himself.   
	By this time it was getting dark and he had still not found a road. He needed food and 
sleep desperately. He sat down under what looked to be a fruit tree next to a stream. He 
started to drift off oh so slowly, the sword still in his hand, when finally sleep came to 
him.   
	"What shall happen tomorrow I wonder?", was the last thought running through his mind 
before sleep befell him.