Rain. It had only just started a moment ago, without any warning. Before, the sky's were clear and blue. Now after only a moment roads were already flooding while trees were being battered by the wind.
Not one soul was caught out in this storm. The only thing to break the noise of the storm was the shrill ring of a bell. The students of Rakewood High quickly made their way through the torrential rain and to their cars. Only a few were brave enough to venture out into the tempest. Among those few was one lone dark blue hoodie that made its way through the flooded sidewalk. The owner of said hoodie shivered as the wind whipped by. A black car rolled up right next to her.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?" her friend asked.
She looked up, "You know this is my favorite kind of weather, thanks though," she waved her friend off. "See you Monday!" Her friend gave her one last look, then waved back and pulled away from the curb.
She crossed her arms trying to preserve the body heat that was quickly escaping. In doing so the hood fell further down covering her eyes. A small smile crossed her face as she looked up into the grey rain clouds. She breathily laughed as the drops hit her face. The rain had always served as something to calm her during stressful times.
Her name was Sam, Sam Mason. Well really it was Samantha, but it was a little to girly for her tastes. At 18 almost 19 years old there was nothing truly remarkable about her. Her waist length hair was a dirty blonde and her skin was a light tan. She wasn't short but she wasn't extremely tall either, she was 5'7" but liked to think that she would continue growing. Her icy blue eyes were the only thing that caught anyones attention.
Her black conver clad feet rocked back and forth as the rain drops slid down her face. The wind blew harshly tearing her hood away from her revealing her dampened locks. She blinked and continued on down the sidewalk toward her home.
She lived in a small house only a little ways away from Rakewood forest with her mother and father. In a small town like Rakewood USA., legends and wild tales still played a part in the town history. Stories of monsters and witches living in the forest abducting passing hikers were among the most popular. Living so close to the forest she knew of some of the strange occurrences. On more than one occasion startled travelers or children would be at her doorstep looking as white as a sheet. They would burst into tears, sputter nonsense, or shakily ask for the phone. All of them though would take one last look at the forest and shutter before entering her small home.
As a child she was frequently warned not to enter the woods by her parents, but how often do curious children ever listen? She never felt any sense of unease while in the forest, she felt more content than anything. She would often sneak out at night to watch the moon rise when she could not find sleep. Her spot, she had found it when she was only ten and had loved it ever since.
An enormous willow tree right on the edge of a small ledge overlooking a large pond. The tree was ancient and gnarled but at night it seemed to come alive. The long vines whipping around in the wind as the moon gave it an unnaturally beautiful glow.
Sam wished she could be there, but the rain would hinder her visits for a few days. The outdoors had always been preferable to her small cramped house. Her parents liked to keep it tidy, but had to many belongings to weave around. Sam's mother was a collector of sorts, if she found something she liked she would take it no matter the cost. This habit often drove her poor father up the wall. Her mother had even at some point gone and stolen things that others had, or were much to expensive for her.
It annoyed Sam to no end. Stealing from anyone was never appropriate in her eyes. When she was ten she had seen her mother take a pair of diamond earrings from an old antique shop. While her mother had not been looking she had quickly swiped the earrings from her pocket and put them back in their proper place.
She had been so proud of herself. It was nice knowing that she had not let her mother take something she had not paid for.
Unfortunately, when they returned home her mother had been distraught to find that the earrings were not where she had put them. When she asked Sam if she had seen them, Sam proudly explained that she had put them back where they belonged.
Her mother had not been happy.
She yelled at her daughter, screeching that they belonged to her. She ranted that if she wanted something that she could have it because she could. After which she set her eyes on the necklace that hung from Sam's neck.
It was a simple gold chain with an tear shaped opal as the jewel. On many occasions her mother had asked(demanded) for her daughter to give it to her. Not once had the little girl ever given it to her. It had been around her neck for as long as she could remember, and some part of her always told her to keep it on, to never take it off for anything.
Sam saw it before it happened, she rapped her hand tightly around the jewel and glared at her mother. The older woman demanded that it was repayment for the stolen earrings and that Sam would not be forgiven unless she gave it up. Now Sam was a rather passive person, drama was something that she despised, but she would not back down. She growled that she would rather eat her mothers terrible cooking than ever give up her one treasure.
This led to an all out screaming match between the two until her mother lunged for the necklace. Sam had sprinted out the door and to the wood holding back a wave of tears. That had been the day she found her tree. It had been a pleasant and much needed surprise to find the little haven. She did not return home until the next day, she was met with a worried father and mother scolding her for worrying them.
She apologized to her father, not once looking at her mother. Her mother had lost any trust and respect from her daughter that day.
Her trip down memory lane was abruptly brought to a halt at the sight before her.
Her home was gone.
With so much rain she knew flooding at the small house was inevitable but never on this scale. Her home had been torn asunder leaving barely the foundation intact.
Her fingers stumbled grasping for her phone. She called her father and mother each time receiving no answer. Panic arose as she made her way to the wreckage. She sifted through the debris to find broken trinkets, ruined books, and sopping furniture. Hope that her parents had not been home during the disaster faded when she lifted a fallen book case. Both her parents laid unmoving, pale, and dull eyed as she sank to her knees. She closed their eyes and called the police, all the while a steady stream of tears mixed with the rain that continued to fall.
Out of no where she heard whispers coming from the forest. She knew better than to follow the mutters, but they sounded so sweet and comforting. She rose from her slumped position and slowly made her way to the woods. She felt odd, almost like she was in a trance as she made her way down a familiar path. The soft whispers continued to pull her further until she came upon her pond. On hot summer days she loved to swim in its waters and explore its depths.
The whispers were now muddled sounding, as if they were indeed coming from the pond. For one second her mind was clear, her head snapped up to her tree atop the small ledge. Standing there was a glowing figure, it was unmoving but unmistakably watching the blue eyed girl. Not a moment later the whispers began again pulling at Sam's consciousness. Try as she might she could not fight the fuzziness that clouded her mind. However she did not once look away from the figure.
"Samantha..." her head snapped back to the pond. What she saw there made her gasp, more glowing figures stared back at her as still and unyielding as the one by the tree. In that moment she felt as though she were falling into oblivion. The lulling of the whispers had become so powerful that she allowed her mind to slip into the blackness as she fell into the pond.
She woke with a start, but did not open her eyes. She could hear voices all around her but, she could not understand what was being said. Slowly she allowed her eyelids to flutter open to be met with the most beautiful beings she had ever seen.
There were three young women who were animatedly discussing something. Sam tried to sit up to ask where she was or for any sort of information as to what had happened. She groaned when she felt the soreness of her body.
'Oh god, what the hell hit me?' she thought.
Hearing her groans the three women ceased all conversation and turned to the poor girl.
"She is awake" stated the tallest of the women. Her hair was black as the night sky. It seemed to have glitter mixed in with the way it sparkled like stars. She wore a simple purple dress that also seemed to glisten like the night sky. Her eyes were the same inky black as her hair and had the same shine to them.
"W-where am I?" sam stuttered. "What's going on!?" she struggled to move but continually hissed from the soreness of her body.
One of the women rushed over to her and gently placed her hands on her shoulders to still her struggles.
"Rest now young one, you are not accustomed to the restoration of your powers yet" Her hair was a pale blonde that seemed to glow with an unnatural light, her skin was equally pale and flawless like the other women. Seemingly out of thin air she produced a cup of what looked like snot. "Drink this. It will help you adjust."
Sam didn't even get a chance to ask what it was before the foul glob was down her throat. She sputtered and coughed, it felt like her throat was burning as the liquid slid down. She wheezed and gasped a few times barely registering that someone turned her on her side and was patting her back comfortingly.
"You will feel weak for some time, but it will fade," Sam barely heard the woman as she continued to cough at the offensive liquid.
"Estë get her up, there isn't much time. We must send her off as quickly as possible," said the last woman, her hair was a fiery red with hawklike golden eyes.
"Vairë, she has just awoken, with the state of her powers she would be as helpless as a child if we were to leave her now" the blonde countered.
"W-w-wait, send me off, what!? What is going on!?" Sam's voice was hoarse, she winced at the slight burning that still lingered in her throat. She sat up slowly, not feeling the pain from before.
The three women ignored her questions and continued to argue with one another.
"Silence!" boomed the starry eyed woman. "Regardless, she deserves some sort of explanation."
Sam stiffened as the women turned their attention back to her. In a quiet voice she prodded again. "What is going on?"
The blonde woman-Estë, approached her again and sank down next to the blue eyed girl.
"I am Estë, I am the healer of hurts and weariness," she pointed to the red haired woman, "This is Vairë the weaver, she records the story of the world," she turned to the glittering woman. "And this is Varda, queen of the stars and Valar."
Confusion was the only thing Sam felt at the moment.
'What the hell is a Valar?' Questions raced through her brain as one of the women now Varda spoke.
"You are here because we see that you will play a key role in our world," she knew the child before her was completely lost, but it was better to make their intentions known then ease her troubled mind. "The power that lies within you rivals our own, but you are young, we meant to collect you earlier to train you, but that witch had an enchantment over you. While our powers are great they dwindle between worlds, we had to wait until the witch died-"
"Wait," the only people she knew that had died recently had been her parents. "Are you talking about my mother?" she openly glared at the pale woman.
A shrill laugh came from the red haired woman, "She was no mother," she sneered. "That woman, she liked to collect things did she not? That was all you were to her, you are something of great power and an extremely rare creature, she couldn't help herself. She never really cared for you, in the end you were merely another stollen trinket."
Sam's head was sent for a whirl at this statement. For a brief moment she thought of how her mother never let her outside by herself until she was nine years old, and how she had been horrified if she had even a paper cut. Especially after their fight her mother had fallen into the same habit as with her other possessions, keep it looking nice and showing it off at every opportunity.
She sat there for a moment, not really knowing what to say, but slowly her brain came up with the only logical conclusion.
"Oh I see, this is just a stress induced dream." She looked at them with an expression of sudden realization, as if she should have thought of it sooner. "Mom and I have been fighting more than usual lately, so of course this was bound to happen. I must have fallen asleep in math again," she muttered. She gathered herself up not feeling any pain and smiled at the now bewildered women.
"Well it was nice and all, but I think it was about time I woke up. You two have been great, really, thank you for being so kind and...informative," she awkwardly thanked Varda and Estë. She turned to the red head and gave her the biggest fake smile that she could muster. "Oh and Vairë, was it? I would say that it was a pleasure, but really you have been nothing less than the wicked bitch of the west, so thanks for that, and now if you will excuse me," Ignoring Vairë's appalled expression she pinched her arm as hard as she could. She was quite surprised to be met with sudden pain shooting up her arm. She repeated her actions multiple times receiving the same results, panic quickly took over as the only possible conclusion became apparent.
"This isn't a dream."
"No it is not," Varda appeared beside her.
"So my parents and my house are really gone?" The starry eyed woman nodded. "And I fell into that pond and now I'm...here?" she hadn't really paid much attention to her surroundings, but from what she could see it appeared that they were standing among the stars.
"Yes," was her reply.
"Alright just tell me what it is I'm here for then before the shock wears off and I'm a sniveling mess," Sam breathed in deeply preparing herself for what was to come. All three women looked at her with mixed levels of astonishment. They had almost expected her to break down after her realization. Varda started to explain knowing that there was no need to try and sugar-coat her tale.
"You were taken from your real family when you were very young. The one who took you was originally a witch visiting our world, she took you because she saw you as a valuable prize and nothing more," the blue eyed girl flinched, but did not interrupt. "Your 'father' was nothing more than a puppet that she conjured up to protect her identity upon her return to her realm. She sealed your powers and cast a spell on you that prevented us or your family from rescuing you. We have been watching though, and keeping you out of as much harm as we could. Now that she is dead though, the spell has been lifted and you will now return to your rightful world."
Sam sighed. "Its not that simple though."
"No it is not." Estë said softly. "You have no idea who you are, how your powers work, nor is it fair to send you into a world with dangers you could never even imagine,".
Sam tensed. This was the kind of stuff that you read about on fanfiction or saw in the movies. She was no Alice and was pretty sure that she wasn't going to wonderland. Questions raced through her head as she tried to absorb it all.
"Anything else?" she mumbled.
The three were quite for a moment. Varda and Estë both looked hesitant while Vairë still looked ready to break something, however even she looked uneasy.
"There is a prophecy, one of a mountain, a princess, and a monster..." Varda looked anywhere other than the puzzled face before her.
Very suddenly all three women gasped. This seemed to send them into a panic.
"Lady Varda," Vairë's confidence seemed spent as she shifted her scared amber eyes to the supposed queen. Varda held up her hand to silence her, quickly motioned for Sam to stand.
"We can not go into detail, but you will play a key role in the near future. You will face many challenges and there will be days that you will want to give up, but you must remain strong," the glittering woman snapped her fingers and caught a sword that appeared out of thin air. "While this blade has not seen battle, it will serve you better than even those forged by the high elves," she waved a shaking Vairë forward. In weavers arms now was a large leather bound book.
"It is a book of magic and spells," she practically threw it at Sam. "It will be your guide, but you must ask for any guidance you wish to receive." Sam could only stand there in silence, now weighted down by a large sword and book. Estë came forward with a mirror in her arms.
"My gift may have been the return of your powers, however I think you deserve to know how they effected you." She held it higher so now Sam could clearly see her reflection.
The same blue eyes and slightly tanned face she had seen her entire life did not surprise her. The blue hair and what looked like pointed dog ears though were something that made her gasp. She nearly dropped her burden when she felt something brush her legs. She looked over her shoulder to see a large fluffy blue tail protrude out of her backside.
"What the hell!"
Estë took the frantic girls face into her hands and shushed her. "There is no time for that, now we must send you off." Again out of no where a black cloak was magicked into Estë's expectant palms. "This will provide cover for your ears and tail until you master shapeshifting," she fastened it around the frightened girls shoulders and lifted the hood to hide the now blue hair and dog ears.
"It may not be much, but these will be crucial to your survival as well as the necklace. Do not loose it or take it off for anything," the three stood in a circle effectively trapping her in the middle as the locked hands.
They began chanting some haunting song that Sam could not understand. A mysterious wind had picked up causing the floor length cloak to flutter around her still jean clad legs.
Sam sucked in a quick breath as she lifted her gaze to the sad starry eyes before her. Only one question burned in her mind.
"What am I?" tears welled up in her eyes as every shred of her supposed reality was ripped away. Her head began to spin and darkness crept into her vision. One word was able to make its way into her clouded mind.
She woke up to a light breeze tickling her face. She tried opening her eyes but cringed at the harsh brightness. She waited a moment then allowed her eyes open again, it wasn't as painful now but still took a moment to adjust. Sprawled on her back she saw that she was under the familiar leaves of her tree.
'So it was a dream,' she thought. She knew that it was all just to fantastical to be real. She had just fallen asleep under her tree again, she would go back to her tiny house and be met with the faces of her worried parents, she would tell them she stayed at a friends house like always and carry on with her day. There would be no sword, magical book, or blue hair, she would just chalk it up as another trick of the mind.
She went to sit up only to find her movements restricted. There was normally nothing for her to get tangled in so it did come as a surprise that something was pulling at her neck. She rolled onto her side to see the same fabric and blue hair she had been gifted in her alleged dream.
'Oh shit, it was real', again her mind had come to the conclusion that anything of this fantastic caliber was just unrealistic. She was again proven wrong.
She quickly untangled herself from her cloak and found the sheathed sword was now strapped to her back by a leather band. The book was laying next to her among the tree roots. Her tail had been a hinderance already it seemed. The damned thing was sensitive, she was unfortunate enough to discover this when she shifted her weight after sitting up. The ears it appeared were just as annoying as the tail. They would prick up at the slightest noise, driving her mad with paranoia. Every shift of the leaves, small noises made by animals, it was enough to make her want to rip them off. She also took notice of her eye sight, it had been good before, but now it was like every thing was much more...clear. She could see animals and bugs that normally were too far away for her to notice. Smell was another thing she took into account. The freshness of the earth was a thousand times more noticeable now. The lingering scent of burnt wood was in the air, but was no where in sight. The scent was so washed out though, that she had to believe the fire had been out for a few days at the very least.
Another exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she continued to survey the now not so familiar clearing. The tree was there but there was no pond. In fact the tree was the only recognizable thing in the clearing. She stood feeling the odd sensation of her tail brushing her thighs. The darned thing was just to long! While it didn't appear noticeable with the cloak it still made her feel self conscious. She looked around the clearing again with one pressing question on her mind.
"Where am I?" she hadn't meant to say it aloud but she needed something other than the blasted chirps of birds ringing in her ears. Sam knew she could not stay in this clearing for long, especially with no water close by. It was never smart to linger in one place when you were in unfamiliar settings. First rule of survival was always to find water.
Before she could gather her few things and leave she noticed out of the corner of her eye the book she had set beside her moved. She turned in time to see the book open and pages turn as if blown by a strong gust of wind. Gasping lightly she saw that all the pages were blank! When the pages did stop turning she was again met with two inkless pages.
She was about to make a rather rude comment to the book when yet another strange event occurred. Lines began to appear as if they were being traced onto the pages. These lines began to connect to make letters and drawings.
When the strokes finally stilled it made an unmistakable picture. 'A map!' while she wanted to take longer contemplating the amazing bit of magic before her, she instead studied the map intently. It was almost like a directory one would find in a mall, because there was in fact a little dot with the words "you are here" above it.
'Ok, that was pretty cool' she admitted to herself.
The book only showed a small portion of the land, she could tell because words had been cut off where the page ended. It appeared though that she was in a small stretch of forest not very far away from a town.
"Dale..." somehow the name was familiar. "Might as well start there," And with that she closed the book, stood, lifted the hood to cover her sky blue hair and dog ears and left the clearing.
So please tell me what you think, this is my first Hobbit story so no flames! Please review in the box below or follow!