Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Byron was shocked when she told him how long he had been in a coma.

"Nine months?" he had shouted.

Well, she didn't exactly say nine months. They had had a casual conversation where he asked who she was and all.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"What's a coma?"

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Nine moons," she had replied and Byron had supposed moons meant months.

Apparently, her name was Lucille. She was a nymph of the small river that ran through the meadows of the island in the middle of the lake Byron had seen back when he was flying with Keza. Perhaps that's why she somehow looked like Queen Otrera. They were both nymphs, after all. Might as well have had the same ancestry.

Lucille had seen them fall and had rushed to the site and rescued him.

"Where's Keza?" Byron had asked, looking around as if he expected to find her beside him.

"Who?"

"The girl I was with."

"I didn't see her. She might be dead."

Byron had been triggered by this answer. He had scrambled to his feet and ran toward the forest shouting questions at Lucille. "Where did you find me?"

"You can't go there!" she had shouted after him. "You need to rest. Your bones have been broken. I mended them but they're still soft."

Byron didn't even know what she meant by mended. Not that he cared. He just wanted to reach the place where he had fallen. To look for Keza. He had to see her body. That's the only way anyone would convince him that Keza was dead. Otherwise, he was having none of that bullshit.

It was only when he reached the lake that he stopped. "Where do you cross?" he had turned to Lucille who was several paces behind him and asked.

"There isn't any crossing," Lucille had replied.

"How did you rescue me then?"

"It's complicated!"

Lucille reached him and stood there panting.

"Complicated how? Did you use a boat? Did you..."

"You don't understand. Nothing can go into the lake and survive."

"Then how did you cross when you came to rescue me."

"I said it's complicated."

Byron tried to recall the view from when he was in the sky with Keza. The lake was large and its waters completely surrounded the island. He had seen no boat either. This left only one option.

Lucille must have swam across when she had gone to rescue him from the forest. But she was saying nothing could survive in the lake. Could she fly then?

Unlikely. He had never heard of a nymph that could fly.

"Please, tell me how to reach the other side," he said, taking a step toward her. "Please. I wanna know what happened to my friend."

He saw her hold her breath, then she sighed and said, "Love, I hate to tell you this, but your friend is dead."

"How do you know? You said you never saw her. So how do you know? How do you know she's dead."

Lucille seemed to hesitate, then she said in a low tone, "I heard her screaming that night. The wolves ate her."

"No. No. You're lying. You're lying."

Byron was restless now, opening and closing his fist. His green eyes glistened with tears.

Lucille tried to hug him but he flinched away.

"Just show me the crossing."

"There's no crossing!"

"How did you rescue me then? Do you have wings or something?" He was shouting at her, looking at her accusingly.

"It's complicated!"

"I don't want to hear that nonsense," he shouted again. "Just show me the crossing."

He probably shouted more than she could handle because she turned around and started walking away.

Byron ran after her. She shook his hands off when he tried to gently touch her arm.

He ran faster and knelt in front of her. "Please. Please. I beg you to show me the crossing. I just want to be sure, you know."

"There's no crossing. The lake is full of monsters. Nobody can cross it."

"But you did. You crossed to save me. I'm thankful that you did. I really appreciate it. But please, I want to go look for my friend."

This time, it was Lucille who shouted. "She's dead. I told you."

"But you didn't see her. How can you be so sure?"

"Are you stupid or something? I told you the forest is full of wolves. You think they had been nursing her like I did to you these last nine moons? You think I don't know the screams of a person who is dying?"

"She has wings," Byron protested. "Perhaps she managed to fly away. Please, help me cross. I just want to be sure."

"I told you there's no crossing. Besides, how do you intend to survive once you're in the forest? You think you can fight those wolves?"

"But you did, didn't you? You crossed and managed to bring me here, which I'm thankful for."

"It seems you don't want to believe anything I say." With these words, Lucille stepped past Byron and walked toward a huge beautiful tree where a basket of fruits lay and a few other items, most of which seemed medical.

It was a tree Byron had never seen before, with colorful blossoms, mostly blue, amethyst and rose, the shape beautiful but difficult to explain.

For some reason, seeing the tree made him terrified. It somehow resembled the ones in his nightmares, only that those in the nightmares were twisted and their branches bare.

He stared at it for a while, Lucille's retreating figure also in his field of view, then he slumped, defeated.

What was he to do? If Lucille said there was no crossing, then how the hell did she manage to save him? Also, was she implying that he would never be able to leave this island.

It all sounded so ridiculous. If she wanted to keep him here, she needed to invent a more convincing lie. If she wanted to have him, there was no reason to try and lie about it.

"Lucille!" He called.

She stopped walking, turned and stared at him.

"You can ask me whatever you want," he said to her. "Anything. I can do anything for so long as you agree to help me get to the other side and check if my friend is really dead."

She just stared at him. She was pretty far and he couldn't tell exactly what kind of expression she had on her face. He only knew she wasn't smiling, or blinking.

To his horror, she turned her back on him and resumed her journey to the colorful tree.

"You're a bitch, you know that? Why can't you help me?"

She didn't seem to notice the insult.

"Lucille, please. I feel guilty, you know. I feel responsible for whatever happened to my friend. The least I can do is find her. The least I can do is find her body and bury her if she's really dead like you say. I owe her that."

Lucille didn't even turn around this time. Byron watched as she reached the tree, sat down and grabbed an apple from the basket and started eating it.

"Fuck you!"

With this, Byron scrambled to his feet, turning around with so much rage.

He ran toward the lake and dived in.

In the modern world, he wasn't much of a swimmer. But he was in a new body now. A body of a great warrior. Of a great swimmer

Pachilles.

These instincts kicked in and he swam forward. The shore was so far away but he was confident he would reach it if he just kept pushing forward.

That's when he regretted not listening to Lucile. A massive beast shot out of the water several paces ahead of him, then another, then another. A wave pushed him backwards as the monster splashed into the water, then two more waves.

The three beasts now raced toward him. They were like sharks, but larger and vermilion in colour, more grotesque.

He was so frightened that he froze, unable to swim.