v4

The woman led me through a maze of corridors and staircases, all made of stone, until we reached a large wooden door. She knocked on it, and a voice from inside called out, "Enter."

The woman pushed the door open, and we walked into a large room with high ceilings and tapestries hanging from the walls. At the far end of the room was a table, surrounded by men in armor. At the head of the table sat a man who looked to be in his forties, with a thick beard and a stern expression.

The woman bowed to him, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

"Who is this?" he asked, looking at me.

"This is the one who was found wandering on our lands," the woman said. "She claims to have no memory of who she is or how she got here."

The man regarded me for a moment, then leaned forward.

"You are in the land of Haldor," he said. "This is my castle, and you are my guest. But I need to know who you are and why you are here."

"I don't know," I said, feeling overwhelmed. "I don't remember anything. The last thing I remember is going to bed in my own room, in my own world."

The man frowned. "Your own world? What do you mean?"

I hesitated, unsure of how much to tell him. But I decided that I had nothing to lose.

"I mean, I woke up here, in this world, but I don't belong here. I don't know how I got here, or why I'm here. I just want to go back home."

The man regarded me for a moment, then turned to the woman.

"Take her to the healer," he said. "See if he can find out anything about her past. And keep her under guard until we know more."

The woman bowed, and the man turned back to his council. I was led out of the room, feeling more lost and alone than ever.

The healer was a small man with a wrinkled face and kind eyes. He examined me carefully, asking me questions about my past and my health. But he couldn't find anything unusual about me, aside from my memory loss.

"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I wish I could help you. But it seems that your memories have been wiped clean. It's a rare condition, but it can happen in cases of extreme stress or trauma. Perhaps in time, your memories will return. But for now, all we can do is keep you safe."

I nodded, feeling despondent. It seemed that there was no way out of this world, no way back home. I was trapped, with no memory of who I was or where I belonged.

Over the next few days, I was kept under guard, with someone always watching me. I was allowed to wander the castle and its grounds, but I knew that I was being watched.

I tried to make sense of this world, to learn as much as I could about its customs and people. But it was all so foreign to me, so different from anything I had ever known. It seemed like a world straight out of a medieval fantasy novel, with lords and ladies and knights in armor.

I wondered what had happened to me, and why I had been transported to this strange world. Was it some kind of magic? Was it an accident? Or was it something more sinister?

As the days turned into weeks, I began to despair of ever finding a way back home. But I refused to give up hope. I knew that I had to keep searching for a way out, no matter how slim the chance.

And so, I waited and watched, hoping for some kind of miracle