Whispers of the Battleground

The War Grounds never knew silence. The air was thick with roars and the clash of metal. There, stood Rima, a young warrior with brown hair that danced with the breeze. Her bright emerald eyes pierced through the dust like lamps in the night.

"Back! Back to where you belong!" Rima shouted, her voice steady as she faced a creature with scales that glinted under the fading sun.

But in the mist of battle, her father appeared, urgency painted on his face. "Rima! There's no time! You must come with me!"

"Father, what are—"

Before she could finish, a thundering explosion echoed. Her father grabbed her arm, leading her away from the chaos. As they dashed through the tumult, they reached an old, creaking wardrobe.

Without a word, he pushed her inside.

The air grew silent. Darkness wrapped around Rima and sleep claimed her for what would be 109 long years.

The Awakening

Rima's eyes fluttered open. A hundred years!? It felt like she’d only napped, but the worried faces crowded around suggested otherwise. "Who are you people?" she asked, voice croaky yet firm.

Dr. Peabody, the lead scientist, adjusted his glasses. "Remarkable! She's awake. Ladies and gentlemen, we've revived history."

A loud clatter interrupted them as an office assistant toppled a stack of gizmos. As they tumbled, red light suddenly emanated from the wardrobe. A magical pulse fanned out like ripples on a pond. "Uh-oh," whispered Dr. Peabody as he observed this display.

Chaos began across cities - unusual storms, electronic outages.

Rima, blinking at the unfolding madness, exclaimed, "I need more...answers!"

In a flustered attempt to remedy the situation, Dr. Peabody accidentally knocked open a cage in the lab's corner. Parrots squawked into the air, munching down on wires and screens. "Tech eats!" laughed Rima, seeing a bright side in this mayhem.

The scientists stared, baffled, not knowing what to prioritize first.