(NOTE: Art does not belong to me!)

Slowly, Circe awoke from her unconscious state - she found herself to be in a strange place… a bedroom, of some sort. The furniture was strange, every bit of it. How had she arrived here? She was simply going about her day, playing with her nymphs… and had blacked out mysteriously. And now? She was stuck in this strange place…

Looking out the window, Circe’s confusion only grew; for the buildings below were strange. She gazed out, the sight of tall… towers, made of mainly windows and metal being all there was for miles upon miles. And the roads, even further below? They were very different from the dirt paths she’s known. Unknown… carriages, of some sort, seemed to whisk by at a great speed, with nothing to pull them along. Was this a dream, she thought?

However, as she pinched herself… she felt pain. No, this was no strange dream. Worse, upon attempting to use her magic, nothing happened. How in the name of the gods had she ended up in this… strange city?