Hello all! Sorry it's been a while, I've forgotten to do this in a while

So all last chapter had was back-story, now this is where the fun begins

Tell me anything you want, need it be a character or something to fix,

But remember, stay entertained my friends.

My head was throbbing, every portion of my body ached. I slowly got up while surveying my surroundings. While getting up, I had noticed some very crucial things. 1. I was in the middle of the forest, 2. It was quite warm, and 3. There was no crater around me. Basically I wasn't in Russia anymore.

I tried to recall what had happened, "Ok," I whispered, "I was on a job….yea that's it, and while on the job some vortex appeared and sucked me in. now what else?" I closed my eyes thinking, letting the gears turn in my brain, but all I could remember after that was five other vortexes opening while I was in there, and 4 other people going into vortexes opposite to me.

"First, let's see if I have everything." I mumbled. Ok, I thought, mental check list. Guns, check. Ammo, check. Knife and hatchet, check. Mask, check. Hair, check. Small rams horns, check. Hooves, check. Water supply, check. Food, check. Flin….. wait did I just say rams horns and hooves. I searched franticly for a reflective surface, spinning my head this way and that. When I noticed a small stream, only a few yards away. I sprinted over and looked into the water, yep when I took off my cap I saw 2 little ram horns. And when I practically tore off my shoes, I saw hooves. I had become a creature of Greek mythology. A satyr.

I took deep breaths, with my eyes probably the size of plates. In , Out, In, Out…and then I saw the eyes. Bright yellow eyes piercing through the dark of the wood, I looked around and saw about 27 more pairs of them all looking at me. I pulled out my PDW and hatchet, "Stay back!" I yelled, I backed up about a foot and the eyes moved the same direction. Only further, "I'm warning you." I said hesitantly, I feared for my life not knowing what these creatures are or what they can do.

I closed my eyes waiting for my demise by the hands of these beasts, when I heard a loud strong voice, "Calm yourself young satyr, we wish not to hurt you, but to speak with you." The voice sounded comforting and kind, still with my weapons raised I felt a bit more safe hearing another person's voice. "Oh thank goodness, it's good to see one normal person after all I've been through, are these your trained hunting dogs?" I said happily, then putting my arms away. And when I look up I see a rather large dog made of timber walk foreword. "No silly satyr, we are not dogs, we are Timberwolves, and you have walked into our territory." The Timberwolf say with a deep, kind tone. I backed up into a tree, trying to avoid the strange creature, made of wood talking to me. "So…..um are you the...Uh pack leader?" I said in a tone of fear, reaching into my holder for my melee weapon.

"Yes I am, and you need not fear other worlder," The pack leader told me, "We know you are not of this world, for we saw you exit the large vortex, inside was a window into you world with creatures standing on two legs."

"Well that's a relief," I began to relax as I talked to the leader; "My name is Alex Stone. Is there anything I can call you? Saying pack leader is a bit of a stretch."

"Why yes, many call me father but you may call me Clayton, king of the Timberwolves." I chuckled after I heard his name, he sent me a soul piercing stare, "What is so funny about my name?" He growled, then and there I realized I had made a mistake. The rest of the pack began to close in on me and Clayton.

"It's nothing," I replied, "That was my father's name, and you act just like him. I just thought it was funny how the resemblance was uncanny, that's all."

"Oh," He said in an embarrassed tone, "I meant not to show disrespect, I didn't know if you were insulting my family or poss…." He stopped, is ears shot up like a bolt of lightning, eyes widened to the size of tires. He began to bear his teeth and let out a low growl. I began to slowly move towards him, "Clayton, what is the matter…?" I was cut off by a shriek of pain coming from a distance.

My head was towards the sky, trying to locate the origin of the sound. Though when I looked back down, the pack was running south west, moving at extreme speed. I began to let the lead out of my feet and run, trying to catch up with the pack so that I could help them in any way. Because how else am I going to get answers on where I am, and how to get home? These thoughts raced through my head, before I began to notice I was closing in on the front of the pack. I had never run this fast before in my life, my best mile time was about a 4:55.6, and if my calculations were correct, I was running at a mile time of about 1:24.1. I quickly brushed these small unimportant thoughts out of my head so I could focus on the task at hand.

After a brief time of running, we had found the source of the cry. It had came from two individuals, a Timberwolf looking to be about half of the size of Clayton. And a small horse skin dark as night, holes of all sizes throughout the creatures body, wings that looked like they belonged on a dead fly, and a horn with a small glow of black around it. And beside it, a letter with the same aura of black encasing it, the letter began to float in midair; heading right to me. I snatched the letter out of the air, only seconds before Clayton and two other large Timberwolves began to rip the creature apart. The blood coming out of the creature was black, and withered the grass around it.

After the creature was done being ripped, limb from limb, the wolves began to huddle around the Timberwolf that had seemed to have gotten into a fight with the beast. Clayton, who was sitting right next to me, began to cry, paws covering his eyes, the rest of his body lay flat on the ground. "Jakobs…my only son…how…*Sniff!*…how could this happen?" He cried, This is horrible, I thought, I almost feel like this has happened to me beffo…..oh. "D**n Changeling" I heard another wolf whimper. A Changeling huh, this doesn't sound good.

I quickly remembered the letter I had in my hands, looked at it, and then I began to tear into it. None of the wolves noticed, since all of them were mourning for Jakobs. When the letter was opened, there was a small vile in it, and a letter (Shocking huh?). I put the bottle in my bag and began to open the letter, the message read:

Dear, Alex

I know that you are not of this world,

Wait? Somebody else knows I am here, who could it be? I began to read on looking to find answers:

I know what you can do, and I know that you will need me,

Ok, so this person knows of my profession, but why will I need her?

I can make you a deal you can't refuse,

Pfff, like I haven't heard that one before.

Here is the deal; you do as I say when I say it,

And?

And I will supply you with, ammo, tools, gold, and a way home.

…

So, do we have a deal?

Yes or no?

Circle answer above

*Gulp* well what do I have to lose? This person can offer all that I need.

As I wrote "I accept" on the document with a pen that was in my bag, my letters began to be set ablaze, and the entire parchment burned to ash. I began to wonder what in the world could've happened to set the thing on fire, when out of nowhere. Another envelope appeared, this time all of the Timberwolves saw it.

"Alex, what is going on? What does it say?" Clayton asked.

I read the letter over carefully, reading every word, making sure that no detail was left unread. Once I finished I stuffed the letter in my jacket pocket, turned to Clayton and said "Well my new friends, it seems I'll be staying here a while."

"Why is that Alex?" Clayton asked; even more worried than before I read it

"Because," I began, "it seems I've got a job to do."

Me: Well? What do you think?

The whole words like this means it's just Alex's inner thoughts

Just to let you know I put in a few references to good old

Borderlands 2

I am going to make this into a cool series, though it will take

A while to get the creative juices flowing for the four other stories

Well tanks for the support and feedback is appreciated

Alex: and only constructive criticism or you'll want a police force or seven guarding you at night.

Me: yep, I got Alex to back me up

Anyway see you later peoples!