Neophyte

A cold breeze woke you near a pond. Shivering, you opened your eyes to see a worried young man, dressed like a prince, and a group of other men staring at you. You quickly sat up, feeling embarrassed in your strange, modern clothes. The prince spoke in Sanskrit, asking if you were okay.
Thanks to your archaeology studies, you understood him and replied in English, 'I'm fine, thank you.' No one understood, and whispers rose around you. Why were they wearing dramatic clothes and speaking Sanskrit? You thought they should be speaking Nepali.
The prince, who you learned was named Virat, bombarded you with questions. As he helped you up, you hit his enormous armor and twisted your ankle, falling to your knees. Just as he reached out again, fear made you yank his hand away, sending him to the ground. The guards moved to seize you, and you screamed, 'aaahhhh don't do anything to me' before passing out.