[ WP ] A modern teenager is transported into a fantasy world , where they are forced into a quest with young witches and wizards their age . Fortunately , they 've got a backpack full of high-tech gizmos to help them along .

Arthur pondered at the task that laid before them, a group of six knights blocked the way to the cave where the chalice of wisdom was hidden, part of the item set they needed to clear a vile taint from the land. And yet, it was impossible. For no mere teenage wizard could clear that many knights from his path, it required too much magic. The young wizard turned to the scruffy girl on his left, who stared intensely at the knights. 
 
 `` Hey. Do you want to see something cool?'' She asked yet again, and usually when she said this there was nothing good to come. Out of her sack of magical objects ( Which she called `` Technology'' ) she procured a small metal curved thing, smaller than a dagger. 
 
 `` This is called a handgun. It launches...'' She paused, looking for words. `` Small metal balls REALLY fast at things.'' Arthur regarded it curiously. What would a mere child's toy do against hardened warriors? Perhaps it was time to do some summoning magic? An army of demons might be able to clear the warriors off, if perhaps a little draining on his magical abilities. 
 
 The girl give him a heart stopping smile, it was both beautiful and the most terrifying sight he had ever beholden. `` And, pray tell, what exactly are you going to use this... `` handgun'' for Sarah?'' 
 
 
 `` Is n't it obvious? I'm going to kill them.'' She rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. `` You do n't believe me? Fine. I'll prove it.'' 
 
 
 Arthur swore, fumbling for his wand as his companion leapt out from where they hid, and charged the knights. There was a large noise, similar to when a lightning bolt is transformed to iron as it crashes towards the ground. Arthur ducked back, trying to think of a spell to save his reckless friend. Another five explosions later, and she walked back, small red stains covered her `` hoodie'' as she stood, shaking. `` I, er, told you did I?'' She give a hollow laugh, as tears welled up in her eyes. 
 
 
 `` You, uhm.'' Arthur began, and then stopped. Biting his tongue as words slowly came back to him. `` You've never killed before, have you?'' and she shook her head, visibly shaken. 
 
 `` Do you, want to talk about this or?'' He trailed off as she shook her head again, pulling him into a lung emptying hug. 
 
 `` I, I could have done it! You did n't need to...'' He was silenced when Sarah brought her index finger to his lips. 
 
 `` Just shut up. It was, horrible!'' She gently sobbed into his robes. Arthur found himself stroking her hair in a vague attempt at comfort. `` You know, I did n't want to take you along. Maybe it'd be better if I had forced you to return ho-'' She glared at him, eyes red and puffy, tears dripping down her pale white face. 
 
 `` Do n't you dare. Do n't you dare say that now. Just shut your stupid cute magic casting face before I decide to put bullet into it like I did those poor knights!'' Her finger bounced harmlessly off his face. 
 
 `` I, er, do n't know how to say this. I'm sorry for making you do all of this, without you, I would n't have gotten so far. You're absolutely wonderful Sarah.'' 
 She pulled her head back down, pushing her face against his robes once again and a quiet voice rose from the fabric. `` Does it get any easier.'' 
 
 Arthur sighed deeply. `` I asked my teacher the same thing, and he told me it does n't. It never will. Then he set fire to my hat and told me if it ever did he would kill me himself.'' Sarah giggled a little, and dried her eyes on her sleeves. 
 
 `` We best hurry onwards, great Arthur!'' she said, feigning her usual excited tone, but it sounded rough. Arthur regarded her fondly. `` It can wait.'' 
 

