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Before we begin the story, I'd like to say that if you ever read the fic 'The Meeting', or visited 'my' website, that was my former 'friend's work. I never wrote that, and that's why the site went down. Ok, now that that's said and done, here's the story!

The British empire in the 1480s: The wars of the roses, a power struggle between the houses of Lancaster (Red Rose) and York (White Rose) to decide a royal successor, was nearing an end. With the Yorkists well in the lead, the rein of Richard III was but a step away. And in France, Yugi (Henry Tutor) - the last Lancastrian heir - was being forced to live a life of exile. The Lancastrian forces were rendered powerless by ancient cards of sorcery wielded by 'Seto' and his 7 followers who, known as The 'Rose Crusaders', served under the flag of Lord Crawford, a powerful Yorkist nobleman. Lacking a duelist to champion their cause, defeat was imminent for the Lancastrians. In England, duel card games were still at the fledgling stage. Thus, the Lancastrians had to look else ware for a duel master capable of defeating Rosenkreuz ('Seto') in battle. With this is mind, Margaret Mai Beaufort of Lancaster secretly requested a High Druid to summon a duelist from another age. And that's where I come in. but before I tell you about that, I must tell you about this

It was an extremely dull Tuesday morning. I was walking to school alone, as usual. What happened next, I really don't know. As I ran to make it to school in time, I tripped. "Typical.", I mumbled to myself. I sat with my eyes closed for a minute, then opened them.  When I got up, I was at Stonehenge!! As I looked around in awe, I heard a voice calling, "Ooooohhhh! Summoned from the mystical circle of red and white roses, the one capable of harnessing pure power! There was truth to the legend of the rose duelist! Lady Margaret! I did it! Now we have the means for defeating the evil forces of Rosenkreuz!" The man that was speaking looked at me. He held a strange staff of some sort. He was wearing a long cloak, and most of his face was covered as well. Except for his eyes and a bit of the skin around them, which was BLUE! "Wow! Where the hell am I?" He gasped. Oops, I'd cursed. A 12 year old wasn't supposed to curse,except with her own friends. "Oh my apologies," he said to me, realizing how dumbfounded I was. "In my excitement, I for got I was in the presence of the Rose Duelist!"
"Rose Duelist? Wait, what? Me? Duelist?" I stuttered, only half-believing I was awake.
"Allow me to explain. I am Simon McMooran, High Druid and servant of Lancaster. May I be so bold as to ask the name by which the Rose Duelist would like to be known?"
"If you mean me," I replied, "My name is Gina. Please explain more. Where am I?"
Simon nodded. "Gina? I fine name indeed. Now here's the situation." He took a deep breath. "The year is currently 1485, and you're currently in Stonehenge, near Salisbury, England. The British Empire is in turmoil (Author's Note: That's kind of a play on words, the word 'Seto' means turmoil :-P) with the house of Lancaster's rightful claim to the throne being challenged by the Yorkist usurpers. The power struggle is referred to as the War of the Roses, a name based on the badges used by both sides - a red rose for the Lancastrians, and a white rose for the Yorkists."
"War of the Roses? Stonehenge? 1485!?", I was in major disbelief, and that wasn't the half of...

To be continued