Lucas Sallow was born in 1995, but he now lives in 1855. He has adapted and learnt the ways of how his anscenstors lived. His life has finally calmed down, and he is able to spend his time with the man he has fallen in love with in this period. Over the course of a year, he has gone from living in 2022 with modern fast and reliable Internet and hydro to living in victorian era England. He would never had guessed this would be his life
1854
Lucas woke in the middle of the woods, his over shirt and jeans towards his ankles were partially ripped. He has bright blue eyes and chestnut hair. His skin is pale his resting expression is a slight smile. His hair had leaved and dirt mixed in, and he spits some dirt (or bugs, Lucas wasn't too sure and didn't particularly want to check) out. He lifts his shoulders and looks around, the cool rushing over his neck and sending goosebumps down his arms. He had no clue how he got there or why he was there, all he knew was he was lost. He slowly pulls his body up off the ground, the loose dirt falling from his baby blue shirt. He stumbles through the woods until he comes through to a house, it looked fairly taken care of so he goes to knock. No answer, he thought perhaps they weren't home. He looks around to the dirt pathway connecting to the house and followed it, ending up walking in the bright sun.
He walked about four miles before he had to stop from the sun to try to seek cover under the trees. He hasn't hit a town yet, he was worried. He slumped beside a tree trunk, a sigh slips through his lips. It feels like only a second that he closed his eyes only to wake to horse's hooves colliding with the dirt road
@Hyde
