What will you do if you find yourself on a battlefield? Will you start fighting? And what if you’re from another world, with nothing behind you but a travel backpack? Will you try to run? And what if you’re driven into an attack under a hail of arrows? After returning to my home town, I received a letter from my deceased grandfather and ended up in another world without even managing to carry out his instructions. I didn’t yet know that a hail of arrows was the least of my troubles. Magic, unusual creatures, two warriors on my heels, and a strange ring that appeared on my finger—I'm afraid to imagine what comes next, but I’m going to find out.