<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #008040"><div style="text-align: center;">Tessa</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Tessa stepped through the door into a different world. It was different knowing she was going somewhere different then the last time. As she crossed the threshold her body tingled, and then she was falling. Like some sort of kid's cartoon character, she hit the ground hard. It was shale and loose rock so she slid and tumbled and could feel the rock cutting exposed skin. When she finally stopped moving she was surprised she hadn't killed herself.<br/><br/>It was suffocatingly hot. Her mouth dried out instantly, though the taste of rocks didn't help. For a moment she lay on the ground considering her life choices. This could not have been the best of them, though she thought for a second, it hasn't been the worst so far. She took a deep breath, through her nose and shakily stood up. A river of lava was about two feet to her left, she moved farther right away from it. Yep, an actual river of lava. What kind of place had those? Usually once the lava was exposed to air it would cool and harden, but not here. She shivered, and not because it was cold. Then looked around and spotted David.<br/><br/>"Think they gave us water?" She asked around some grit in her mouth. "And a first aid kid." She added as she started walking toward David. She could feel rocks in her shoes and blood on her knee. David was looking up the hill from where they had come. Tessa had expected nothing, maybe a door but no apparent building attached to it. At the top of the hill though was a little cottage. "Oh, better remember this place and how to get back here." She said, now next to David. There was a weight on her shoulders that was not there before, she glanced and saw the<a class="postlink" href="http://traditionalfilipinoweapons.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Bastard2.jpg">hilt of a sword</a>just over her right shoulder.<br/><br/>Tessa reached back and drew the sword, it came out in a smooth motion. She knew she couldn't hold it with one arm though so she found herself holding the long hilt with both hands. "A bastard sword." She said, not entirely certain how she knew. "A hand a half." Tessa added. "I don't know how to use this." She furrowed her brows. Most of her fighting had been scrappy school yard fighting, and no foster parent in their right mind would let her take actual fighting or martial arts classes. For a second she could smell ozone and then it was gone. She re-sheathed the sword in what may have looked like a practiced movement to someone who didn't know her.