The bodies they had awoken in were not their own. The most disturbing detail about this to Karla was that she didn’t really mean.

Whoever had previously owned the body was actually very similar to herself. Pale skin, strong build, brown eyes. There were knives in her boots and strapped to her thighs.

The differences were simple. Longer hair, of a strange blue tone. Medieval-like clothing. The great axe in a holster on her back.

She had already given a few practise swings with the weapons; the knives were actually of her preferred weight and style. The axe was unusual but oddly delighting.

“I wonder?” she said aloud, smiling at the similar sound.

While different, she could have sworn the axe and clothing were familiar.

She stepped out into a dangerous dance, twirling with the knives in hand against imaginary foes.

Dash left, slice diagonally, stab, stab, twirl – a silver sheen began emanating from the knife in her hand.

She knew where she was.