Imagine if you will, how different your world would be if just one thing were to change. What if America never broke away from England? What if Gore had beaten Bush? Now imagine that every possible change, or variable, does exist and did happen, but in a different reality. Every possible out come happening but somewhere else.
Again imagine someone being born in one reality but meant to live in another. Someone living their life knowing they don't belong where they are but not why. What if they found a way to transport themselves to where they belong?
Ceara was born in her reality in the year 1986. She led a semi-normal life with her family and went to a normal high school where she was an outcast because of her high intellect and for being a Wiccan. At school she was tormented and at home she was ignored. Her only solace was a book given to her by a kind family member before she died. Ceara found a kindred spirit in one of the characters and even cried for him at his death. He was an outcast like her, no one to care for him in a world he did not belong. Then a thought came to Ceara.
She would create a spell to take her from her world to one where she would belong. Not knowing where she would be sent, Ceara packed a bag with her most favored belongings, including the book. After her parents went to sleep she cast her spell. A bright light surrounded her and she felt as though she were floating.
Soon the light faded and she could feel the warm night wind around her. Ceara looked around at the beautiful night landscape when a great, dark structure blocked her view. She stood there for several minuets just staring at it. She couldn't believe it. Ceara smiled as she stared at what would soon become her temporary home, the tower Orthanc.
Two months after coming to Middle Earth, Ceara had become a servant of Saruman. He was astonished by her knowledge of current and future events in the land, not knowing about her book. He also found Ceara's powers, which had grown to surpass his own, curious. He gave her the freedom to roam the tower and Isengard as she pleased. Ceara never once regretted leaving the world of her birth and was very pleased that this was her rightful home.
Several months passed and soon a new year was upon them. Ceara spent much of the year learning how the year and countries of Middle Earth were set up. For twelve weeks she never left Saruman's library, save to eat and sleep. When he wasn't busy, Saruman talked with his unusual guest about how she came to this world and how she acquired her powers.
Shortly before Ceara's twentieth year, her second in Middle Earth and two months before the hobbits set out on their journey, Saruman called her into his great hall. There she met Grima Wormtongue for the first time. His appearance was much like that which she had read only more corpse like. He stood out of reach behind Saruman as if afraid to be hit. He flinched as Saruman began to speak. Here is where our story begins.
I own nothing here except Ceara. Grima and the other's aren't mine. I have been given nothing for this story except a little twisted pleasure. This story is based on a dream I had and is not a mary-sue. Also Ceara means sorrow. This will hopefully have long chapters so I won't be updateing often. Please enjoy.