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"Whaddya think yer doin? This is a battlefield, not a sewing
circle!" he says, shaking his fist at you. You scramble to your
feet and run to a nearby wood. Your heavy skirts trip you on the way
and you skin your palm. Wait, heavy skirts? you think, panicked. Why
am I wearing skirts? The last time I checked, I was wearing jeans, a
T-shirt, and Nikes. You reach the ede of the forest and duck behind a
tree, breathing heavily. You look down to see a long, grey wool skirt
and a long sleeved shirt rolled up to the elbows. You seem to not be
hurt anywhere. You look back to see the man who had yelled at you, and
see that he is now battling sword to sword with a man in grey uniform.
You hadn't noticed before, but the other man was wearing a blue
uniform. Oh, it must be one of those Civil war re-enactments, you
think reassuringly. But why are YOU wearing this? nags a part in the
back of your mind. Then you remember the small piece of metal, and how
you wished to go back to the Civil War era. You realize that your wish
came true, and turn to watch the sword-fight, eyes open wide. You
shudder violently as the man in blue kills his opponent. No, you
think, this is no re-enactment. I'm in the
1800s.
"Hey you! Move!" you hear someone call out. You whip around
to face a man who looks to be about thirty years old. And very angry.
