I'm not on a plane.
I'm not in a hotel.
I'm... inside a horse stable.
My eyes widened. I looked around—hay, wooden stalls, the sound of neighing horses.
And the saddest part? My suitcase was there too. Covered in dust.
"THIS IS MY VACATION?!"
I was completely stunned.
My brain went into overdrive.
"Was I drugged? Kidnapped while sleeping on the plane? Or is this a lucid dream?"
I was still trying to process everything while staring at the horse calmly chewing hay.
"This is a dream... yeah, definitely a dream," I whispered to myself in denial.
Then I pinched my cheek.
Ouch.
That hurt.
THIS ISN'T A DREAM.
I got up from the pile of hay and walked out of the stable.
The sight outside shocked me even more:
Medieval buildings, giant stone bricks, banners flying in the wind, and soldiers lined up in full armor and spears.
It looked like a military training ground straight out of an RPG game!
"WHAT IS THIS? A prank show hotel? A hidden camera? Where are the cameras?!"
I started running around in a panic, looking for hidden cameras.
Suddenly, a young man in a soldier's outfit approached me, panting.
"Hey, what are you doing over there? Not joining the lineup? The commander's gonna flip out!"
I stared at him.
He... saw me?
"So this isn't a lucid dream? There are real people here?"
I replied, "But I'm not one of you guys, why would I line up?"
He blinked, looking confused.
"Eh... whatever, not my problem if the commander yells at you."
Then he just walked off and joined the line.
Just as I was about to turn around, the whole place suddenly fell silent.
Heavy footsteps echoed, followed by the sound of a dragging sword.
Appeared... a man clad in full armor, carrying a HUGE sword slung across his shoulder—like he just walked out of Dark Souls.
His gaze was sharp. His face... oh no, like a mix of a terrifying teacher and a mall security guard.
"Today, we train the body!" he shouted loudly.
His eyes locked onto mine.
"HEY YOU! Are you kidding me?! Get over here!"
I panicked.
"Eh... me? This one?"
His face grew even angrier, veins popping.
"Who else would I be talking to?! GET OVER HERE!"
I slowly stepped forward, passing through the line of soldiers who parted like I was being escorted by the Grim Reaper.
"Your training today will be double. Now, run around the field or prepare for a one-way ticket to hell."
I froze.
"Run?" I whispered in panic.
The last time I did physical activity was in high school—and even then, it was just power walking during flag ceremonies.
"Sorry but... I can't run..."
The commander stepped closer, his breath heavy, and his face now absolutely terrifying.
"RUN NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU!"
For the sake of my survival...
I ran.
Pathetically, gasping, feet dragging.
And of course—
I passed out.