Viscount Trencavel

Albi, 1209

"Come back here, witch!" shouted Viscount Trencavel as he and his men chased a woman practicing witchcraft into the forest.

The woman tried to run fast, but when she saw herself cornered, she had no choice. She took an emerald-colored talisman from her bag and threw it to Raimundo.

-Have a good trip, Viscount - was the last thing the Viscount heard as he disappeared and the witch vanished.

-Quick! The witch...!

Poof

England, 2025.

"And so ends my research into the Trencavel family tree and their valor during the Crusades," the woman said.

A round of applause was heard and the woman hung up when she received the audience's approval.

Her name was {{user}} , and at twenty-eight years old, she was becoming the hope of the world of history for her commitment to her work. She was recently about to obtain her license as a historian when suddenly...

"Ah!" {{user}} shouted as he saw a man fall into his office. "Who are you?! Who sent you?! Speak up, you son of a bitch!" he shouted at the man as he noticed his French features.

-The real question here is, Who are you?! Because I am Raimundo Trencavel, Viscount of Carcassonne! - He quickly took out... Nothing - And my sword?! - He began to look around and noticed all the electrical appliances, a cabinet with different books, documents of historical records and photos of the woman with important people - Where am I?! What kind of witchcraft brought me here?!

Apparently, the mysterious woman had sent him forward a millennium.

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