Chapter 1: I Get a One Way Trip to Scotland…

Author's Note Part 1: Alright, so after looking over my first chapter for this, I realized a few things. The first being, I wrote it out horribly. And second, with what I was planning on doing, the chapter would need to be written out differently. So, I've come back to this in order to write it out in a way that will allow the second chapter, and the ones that follow it, to be written out correctly. Because of this, you should put everything that you read in the last version out of your mind for what's going to be written out in this version. (Especially since there will be changes with Michael himself as well.)

Now, for those of you who didn't read my first version of this chapter, then this is basically a story similar to all my others, which are all about how "A teenage boy gets thrown into a different dimension/timeframe for no reason". However, is it really for no reason this time around? Anyways, the idea for this story came from one of my more "recent" readers, SPARTAN-626, and it's one of the best ones that I've heard of, or read, on this site.

Note: Returned to this chapter and edited it a bit due to the plans that I thought up when I realized that things would need to be a bit different so that they could work out.

Michael's POV:

"Ugh… Did anybody get the license plate on the truck that hit me?" I ask no one in particular as I push myself up into a sitting position, placing one hand to my head in an attempt to dull the pain from the headache that I feel there. After getting over the pounding in my head, I open my eyes to look around the area that I'm in. The sight that greets me is not the one that I was expecting. Instead of waking up in my comfortable bed, I've woken up in the middle of a clearing with a forest surrounding it on all sides.

"Alright… I'd say that truck hit me pretty hard if I've started hallucinating forests." I say with a light chuckle, before I pale a bit when I place my hand on the ground and actually feel the grass that I'm sitting on. When this happens, I quickly move around so that I'm on my knees, and run my hands over the ground in order to make sure that I'm actually feeling grass and dirt, and not the mattress or even the hardwood floor that I should be feeling. The fact that after a few seconds I still feel the grass makes me start to panic.

I quickly stand up, and start walking around with my hands in front of me, trying to feel the walls of my bedroom. After all, hallucinations might be able to make you feel something different, but they can't make it so that you have the ability to walk through walls. However, after a few minutes of walking around in circles, most likely looking like a loon to anyone who can see me, and not hitting any walls no matter what direction I go in, I start to realize that I'm not hallucinating and that I'm actually in a clearing, in the middle of a forest, with no idea of how I got here.

"Alright, no need to panic… Oh who am I kidding? This is the perfect time to panic." I mutter to myself as I place a hand on my head and turn around to look at the area that I've found myself in. I'm currently standing on a small mound in the middle of the clearing, with a few large stones surrounding me in a way that reminds me of Stonehenge. "You know if this ends up being like "The Mazerunner" and I've been randomly chosen to be placed here in order to survive… I can only hope that there aren't any monsters around since I'm pretty much defenseless." I mutter to myself as I walk over to the large stones.

When I get closer to them, I'm able to see that there are lines etched into them that appear to be letters. I trace my fingers over them, but unfortunately I'm not able to make out any letters that are familiar to me. "Huh, I wonder what these say…" I wonder to myself. However, when I look at the area above the letters, I'm able to make out what appear to be pictures, and I narrow my eyes in order to see them better. One of the pictures seems to depict some person standing in front of a large undistinguishable form, but that's about all I can make out. When I look at the other stones, they all have the same unknown writing on them, as well as other drawings that I can't make out.

I let out a sigh as I turn around and sit back down on the ground, letting my back rest against one of the many stones that are in the middle of the clearing. Alright, let's think about what's happened so far. Last night, I went to sleep late after going adventuring with my friends until early in the morning. Now, I've suddenly woken up in the middle of a clearing, in the middle of a forest, surrounded by stones with unknown writing, and undistinguishable drawings on them… I have no fucking clue what's going on here. I admit to myself with another sigh as I push my hand through my hair.

Despite my lack of understanding for my current situation, I'm lucky in the fact that I still have my clothing, as well as my possessions. Currently, I'm wearing my worn-down black boots, my blue jeans as well as the black belt holding them up, my dark green T-shirt, and my silver colored wristwatch. I look at the watch, and notice that according to the still-moving hands it's just past noon. I twist my arm slightly, and allow the sun to catch the glass in order to reflect my face.

Looking into the reflection, I'm able to make out my Caucasian skin, cobalt eyes, and black hair, which looks like it had a fight with a rabid animal and lost. Then again, living on the streets for a good eight out of seventeen years of your life will make it so that you're appearance isn't the best one out there. Although I suppose that it became my style after I stopped needing to sleep in alleyways and actually managed to get a roof over my head…

I let out another quiet sigh at my current situation, before closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the stone with my back so that I can rest a bit in order to come to terms with what's currently happening to me. I'm gonna sleep, and I'll actually start to worry about what's happening to me if I wake up in the exact same place… I think to myself as I shift a bit, cross my arms in front of my chest, and just relax.

When I wake up once again, I find myself in the same place that I'd fallen asleep. I let out a sigh at the sight, before using the stone to push myself up onto my feet. A glance at my watch tells me that it's 6:00 PM, and the fact that the sun is setting behind some of the higher trees only solidifies that fact. I look around the clearing for a few more seconds, before letting off yet another sigh, and walking in the direction of the forest. Luckily, there's a path that leads into it from the clearing.

After following the path for a few minutes, I hear a sound that's different from the birds and other animals that are hidden amongst the trees, leaves and bushes. After listening to the sound for a few more seconds, I recognize it as a horse running along the ground. My eyes widen when I realize this, because horses don't live in the forest. So, the only reason that there should be a horse in the middle of these woods is if a person is riding it. With that thought in mind, I start to walk quicker along the path, and after a few seconds, I end up at a point where one path splits into two.

The way that I just came from is where the roads splits and goes off to the left, while the sound of the horse running is coming from the point that the path goes off to the right. When I realize this, I turn around to look down that way, and the sight that greets me is not a comforting one. The reason for this is because the sight that greets me is an arrow that's about ten feet away from impaling my head. Because of this, only one thought goes flying through my mind, which I never thought would go through my mind again.

Live!

At this point, my survival instincts rise from the back of my mind in a rush, and as the arrow reaches eight feet away, my right hand is already heading down to my left hip. When the arrow is five feet away, my hand is holding onto the object attached to my left hip. When the arrow is three feet from my head, my hand flies up, and the object gripped in it splits the arrow in half. When the arrow reaches me, the pointed tip goes just past my head due to the change in its weight, giving me a small cut on my left cheek, while the second half sails just past that same spot.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief at what happened, and lift my arm slightly to look at the object held in my hand. It was a small piece of metal, which I'd sharpened at one end, and tied some random cloth around the other end so that it was actually a shank. At the sight, a sad smile appears on my face since I didn't think that I'd have to use it again. After all, I thought that I'd left behind the need for it when I stopped living on the streets, even if I did carry it around due to habit, the only exception being when I was going to school… But, I digress from the matter at hand.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn' see you there!" A feminine voice calls out, making me turn in the direction that it came from to see two things. One, the most beautiful girl that I've ever seen, and two, the person who shot the arrow in my direction, since I can see a target out of my peripheral vision, and I know that they weren't shooting at me. Oh, and the girl is the person who shot the arrow, if that helps. As she jumps off the horse that she was riding, the same horse that I no doubt heard a minute ago, I take in her appearance.

This girl has long, wavy, fiery red hair that trails down to her mid-back, and Caucasian skin that positively glows. On her feet are black shoes that almost seem to act like high-heels, only minus the heels. She's wearing a dark green dress which shows off her figure, but doesn't hinder her movements. I can see yellow elbow pads present, and a brown belt around her hips which a quiver of arrows is attached to. A bow is slung over her shoulders, and when she turns around after getting off the horse, I can see crystal blue eyes that are filled with shock and worry. No doubt because of the arrow that she just shot at me. Though, the fact that I'm standing in front of a target doesn't exactly help.

Now, seeing as I'm standing in front of said target, and this girl's worried, that tells me that she wasn't aiming to shoot me in the head. What she said a few seconds ago only solidifies that fact. So, there's no use completely blowing up on her in anger. Instead, I opt to just look past the little incident, and attempt to get on her good side. After all, it's not every day that you meet a "real" beautiful girl, and getting angry at said beautiful girl is never a good idea if you don't have a valid reason.

"Hey, no harm no foul." I tell her as I brush my hand on my shoulder to get rid of some imaginary dust. "After all, you weren't actually aiming to hit me, so it's fine. I've had worse happen and end up actually injuring me." I tell her, mentally wincing as I remember some of the wounds I've received in the past. "So the fact that the all your arrow did was scratch my cheek is fine in my book." I say with a smile as I wipe away some of the blood that was trickling out of the small cut, and place my shank back on my belt.

"Are ye' sure?" The girl asks me in concern, making me give her a small smile of reassurance in response. That, and it's hard not to smile or smirk in the presence of a beautiful girl. The fact that this girl has a Scottish accent only made her even more attractive in my eyes. However, I mentally shake my head in order to get those thoughts out of my head, and instead attempt to focus on assuring her that she didn't hurt me.

"Yeah, I managed to split the arrow in half. That's the only reason it gave me a scratch. I have a feeling that if I hadn't done that, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." I say with a small smirk. "Why? You didn't actually shoot two arrows and I just haven't realized that yet did you?" I ask, pretending to turn and look myself over in order to both get rid of any lingering tension from the arrow that almost pierced my eye, as well as get on better terms with the girl in front of me. In response to my actions, the girl in front of me giggles a bit, and I smile as I turn to look at her completely.

"No, no ye're fine." She tells me with a small smile in place, waving her hand in order to "reassure" me that she'd only shot one arrow. I let off a fake sigh of relief when she tells me this.

"Well that's a relief. I'd hate to have been able to survived multiple injuries from the past only to be killed by a beautiful girl that wasn't actually trying to hurt me." I say with a smirk, getting a small smile from the girl in return, however there's no sign of a blush anywhere on her face.

"Oh yes, I'm sure that woulda' been absolutely dreadful." She says with sarcasm clear in her voice, making my smirk widen at her response, before she gets a quizzical expression on her face. "But, what kinda' life do ya' live that makes ye' need to worry abou' those kinda' things?" She asks me, making my smirk change into a small frown as I think about exactly what kind of life I live that makes me worry about those kinds of things, and how much worse they were only a few years ago…

"Well, I've been living a pretty good life for the past few years now, but with the past time that I have, it's a bit difficult not to get injured. And the fact that up until a few years ago I was living on the streets for eight years straight doesn't help either." I tell her, making her look at me sympathetically in response.

"Ye've had a rough life, haven't ye'?" She asks me, making me nod in response as I look at the sky.

"Yeah, not the best I'll admit. But my parents died about twelve years back, and I ran away the first chance I got in order to keep from being sent to an orphanage. You might wonder why, but from what I've seen, there are two types of orphanages. The first are the kinds where the adults attempt to watch over all the kids at once, but there aren't enough so the kids that think they're "all that" use that to their advantage to pick on the weaker kids." I say, making the girl look at me in surprise.

"But, why would those kids do tha'?" She asks me, making me shrug in response.

"Like I said, they think they're "all that", and that they can get away with doing anything. So, they do." I tell her. "However, the other kinds of orphanages are worse. Those are the ones where the adults that run them see the kids doing this kind of stuff, and just ignore it. And when the kids who are getting bullied or picked on try to say something, nothing's done about it." I continue, making the girl in front of me seethe in anger, and I can't blame her for it. (Note: I'm simply going off the kind that you see in those kinds of movies and books. I am not saying that this happens in all orphanages. So please don't take this the wrong way.)

"But tha's not right!" She exclaims, making me sigh as I simply shrug in response to her yell of anger.

"Unfortunately, not all orphanages have the money to hire the needed amount of adults in order to look over the kids. As for the orphanages where the adults simply ignore what's going on, I can only say that not all humans are nice." I tell her with a sigh as I think about the kids that no doubt have to go through what I'm talking about. The girl in front of me continues to seethe in anger at this information, before she seems to realize something that I don't.

"But the closest town is two days. So what are ye' doing all the way out 'ere?" She asks me, making my brain freeze for a second, before I focus back on the conversation taking place.

"You want the honest answer?" I ask her rhetorically, making her nod her head anyways. "I honestly don't know." I answer with a shrug, making her cross her arms and cock her hip to the side with skepticism clear in her look. I simply raise my hands and shrug once again. "I really don't. I went to sleep last night in my bed since I was lucky enough to be found by a nice family about four years back and taken in thanks to their hospitality, though they're probably pretty worried about me now…" I mutter the last part to myself, before raising my voice so that she can hear me again. "And yet only a few hours ago, I woke up in a clearing back that way instead of my bed." I tell her, motioning over my shoulder at the clearing in question.

"How's that?" She asks me, making me sigh as I give another shrug.

"I don't really know. Usually when I fall asleep in my bed, I'll wake up the next morning in my bed." I tell her. "But this time around, I found out that I'd apparently been moved while I was sleeping, and dumped into the middle of a forest. Which, with where I was before, there wasn't a forest near me. So, for all I know, whoever moved me went as far as to knock me out before carting me off to wherever I am now." I tell her. However, my mind suddenly reminds me of something she told me a few minutes ago.

Wait a minute… She told me that the closest town was two days away… two days. But, with all the cars, trains, airplanes and shit that we've invented, then how the hell could it take two days to get from one town, to a forest?! I think to myself, slowly becoming more and more fearful as I think about how unrealistic that seems. "Uh, hang on a minute, you said that the nearest town is two days away, right?" I ask her making her nod her head in response. "Damn. Then I don't know where the hell I've been taken, because where I was, the nearest forest was about half an hour away, if not less." I tell her, before shaking my head as she looks at me in response. "Well, since I've been taken away from my own town, and dropped off here, would you mind telling me just where "here" is?" I ask her, making her nod in response.

"Right. Well, ye're just a couple hours away from the castle of me' family and me' clan, the Dunbroch's." She tells me, making my brain once again freeze in fear, and when I focus back on what she's saying, it's just in time to see her give me a reassuring smirk. "But at the moment, ye're in a forest." She tells me, making a small smirk appear on my face at her use of sarcasm. After all, sarcasm is always the best way to relieve tension. That and it helps when you're insulting someone. But, since neither one of us is insulting the other, it's fairly obvious that she's using it to relieve the tension that's currently present.

I give a chuckle at her response, and shake my head. She's talking about fucking clans and actual castles that are being used. Either this is one lengthy hallucination and I'm wandering around my house talking to thin air and no doubt gaining the attention of everyone else, this is a prank that was set up and I'm only now "waking up" to this world, or the final option is that I've been thrown into the fucking past. And to top it off, I've been thrown into the past, in Scotland. How the hell does that work?! I was in Japan! If I'm gonna be thrown into the past, then I should be thrown into the past in Japan, not here! I think to myself in shock, before mentally shaking my head. Well, it could be worse. After all, things are already better meeting… I didn't even get her name… I facepalm at my stupidity, gaining the attention of the girl in front of me. "I'm sorry, but I didn't get your name." I admit, making her look at me in surprise, before she gains a blush from embarrassment.

"Me' name is Merida Dunbroch. What might yer's be?" She asks me, making me give her a small smile in response.

"My name's Michael Daniels Kirigaya." I tell her, making her raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Kirigaya?" She asks me, making me rub the back of my neck sheepishly as I remember that I've possibly been thrown into the past… Somehow, as well as Scotland. I'm not that familiar with that area, so I'm not really sure if "Kirigaya" is a common last name there…

"Yeah… I'm pretty sure that you can tell from my name that I'm not exactly from around here…" I admit, making her smirk at me as she once again crosses her arms and cocks her hip to the opposite side.

"You'd be right. Yer accent didn' seem like it was from around 'ere either." She tells me, making me chuckle lightly as I hold my hands up with the palms facing her.

"Guilty as charged." I say with a small smile. "For all I know, every time I almost woke up on the way from where I was, the people who took me knocked out so that I wouldn't know what was going on." I tell her, while in my mind is another story. For all I know, they put me under drugs so that I wouldn't wake up for a while. After all, the last time I checked, there wasn't motherfucking time travel "yesterday" when I was awake. If that's the case, then for all I know I was knocked out for months. And if that's the case, then what the hell did I miss during my time under drugs?! Although… I guess that doesn't really matter to me right now since I'm in the fucking past! The only other options are the two logical ones, but with how this is going, I don't think that I want to give myself false hope at the moment. I think to myself, resigning myself to the fact that I've most likely been thrown into the past, and I'm not just hallucinating all this, nor is it a prank of some kind. After all, the evidence that's around me speaks for itself.

"So then, where are ye' from?" Merida asks me, making my mind draw a blank, before I decide to just attempt to give the right answer, and hope amongst all hope that I'm in a timeframe that it's around, but not doing something stupid at this point in time that gains the ire of the girl in front of me.

"Well, I'm actually from America, but for the past few years I've been living in Japan." I admit, making her look at me in surprise.

"Ye're from Japan?!" She exclaims, telling me that A: japan is indeed around at this time and not doing anything stupid from the way she said that, and B: This girl has only been around the immediate area. Which, if she's as old as I am, and planes aren't invented yet, than that makes sense.

"Yup." I reply with a small smile, before Merida is suddenly tugging me by my sleeve towards the horse that she'd been riding.

"Tha's great! I'm sure me' parents would love to meet ye'!" She exclaims as she continues to pull me towards her horse, and turns around to give me a wide smile that practically takes my breath away.

"Really?" I ask her, making her smile seem to widen.

"Of course! And after me' parents hear about the trouble ye've found ye'rself in, I'm sure they'd let ye' stay at our castle! And I'm sure that me' family could find a way tah help ye'!" She exclaims, making me give her my own smile as we get on her horse.

"That sounds nice." I admit, though I also think about the negatives of this happening. For all I know, her parents are gonna want to know about America and Japan. And since I don't actually know what year it is, then I don't know what's happening over there at the moment! Okay, just calm down Daniels. You've been able to work your way through situations like this in the past. Don't panic, learn what year it is, and just try to remember what you learned in your history classes, and remember the stuff you've learned from your trips to the library and you'll be just fine. I think to myself with a mental calming breath as Merida gets her horse to start moving again, and we no doubt start riding towards the castle of her family that she was talking about earlier.

Who the hell am I kidding? One wrong move and I'm dead, I think to myself as we get closer to the castle. When we got through the trees and were crossing the bridge, I'd noticed all the guards that were stationed along the gates. Now, on the way back, Merida thought that it would be a good idea to tell me a little bit about what went on in the castle. And that included the fact that she's the princess. Yup, the girl who can shoot the bulls-eye on a target with a bow and arrow, while riding on horseback, is the princess. Not your typical Disney princess, now is she? (Hehe…)

I get the feeling that I'm gonna need to tread carefully around here, cause for all I know, I'm gonna be suspicious the moment I get inside those walls. Then I'll probably be under constant watch… Fuck.

Author's Note Part 2: Alright guys, that's all I'm doing for this chapter! I'll admit, looking back through it, not much was changed… Ah well, starting over from the beginning was still a good choice in my eyes. I'll admit though, I cut it off here because I'm not really gonna be able to write out a scene similar to the last one without leaving a gapping plot hole. So, next chapter will be the start of the actual movie, and I'll probably give a brief overview of how things went, because otherwise I'd be torn a new one for how I decided to write out the scene in a way that practically waved a torch in front of the flamers… Anyways, that aside, I guess that since this is a re-write, I'll respond to the reviews that I got for the last version here.

Anime PJ:

Well, here's the technical "next update", and the one after this should hopefully be out soon. Though with what I've told you and everyone else about how my life is going, I'm not making any promises…

Also, you should probably know why I returned to this just now with what we were just watching…

Akira Himura:

It's nice to see that you enjoy my stories! Sorry for the long wait for them, but with real life getting in the way, writing has gotten a bit difficult over the past few months… As for your idea, it's definitely possible. Especially since they're part of the whole "Big 4" Or whatever they're actually called.

SPARTAN-626:

Well, here's the next update, which has actually turned out to be a re-write because of the plans that I've thought up for the future of this story. As for the pairing, yeah, I kinda gave that away in the first chapter, didn't I? As for the two helping each other, you should see next chapter, since I plan on it being after a time-skip.

TheSnowKing:

Thanks! As you can see, it's changed quite a bit, but that's because of new stuff that I've thought up for this. So, the references will come later, though it's likely they'll be different due to the differences between the two stories…

Goldspark1:

Next chapter should have more character development, especially since I'll be able to use actual scenes from the movie to help me.

Bookish-rebel:

Thanks! I'm trying to look through it more often to try and get it as close to the actual accent as I can, but it's nice to hear that I'm actually pretty close already.

Koal:

Well, it's been over a year now, but I've finally returned! And I've changed things around so that they can no fit into the new plans that I have for this! Not only that, but I'm hoping to avoid the plot hole that I created for myself in the last version by making this one have a time-skip.

Aadyn Rogers:

Well, I guess that you could technically call this a "2nd" chapter, even though it's really just the first one of a new version…

Wild Mustang of Freedom:

Well, here's an update / re-write for you and my other readers!

Aadyn:

Alright! Here's the "new" chapter! Granted, it has less detail than the last version, but that's because I'm starting over from scratch with new / better ideas planned out in my head! Next chapter will have more details and character developments though, since I'll be starting on the actual movie!

And there you go, this chapter is now done, and I can post it before getting started on the next one… Granted, I'm gonna have to watch the movie a second time before I start, so it's likely that you guys won't get the next chapter for a few days, but honestly, I need a refresher…