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The Outskirts of Gondor- 3021
"Are you correct in your belief that this is the one?" Milkaloki asked his master, his long greasy hair hanging in sheets around his pale face. He rubbed his hands together, the dirt that was caked beneath his nails standing out against the pallor of his skin.
"Aye." Thaurgoth murmured, the film over his eyes milky and disconcerting.
"The magic she has…" Milkaloki breathed out as he peered into the silver basin that held the image of the young girl. "Is it true? Is she the one who shall change the course of this world?"
"Aye. Though she is unaware of the sheer power that lays dormant within her…"
"How long until the transportation spell begins its work?"
"A quarter hour, maybe less." Thaurgoth smiled cruely, his crooked yellow teeth gleaming in the weak glow of the candles that were spread randomly around the room.
"Shall I send one of the kelvar to retrieve her?"
"Send out a group to search the nearby forest. She could appear anywhere within that general area. Go! Now!"
Sending one last glance at the face of the girl, Milkaloki nodded grimly and hurried away to round up a group of orcs.
Earth- 2013
"It really is a shame, eh, Boss?" Sergeant Taylor shook his head sadly as he surveyed the scene of the crime. A single shoe sat in the puddle of mud, a grey messenger hat sitting beside it, a few blonde hairs still clinging to it.
"Shut up, Taylor. Now isn't the time for small talk. We have a kidnapping on our hands, the kidnapping of a minor, no less, and I want to solve it and get this girl home to her family as soon as possible." Johnson, the chief of police, growled at his subordinate.
He examined the evidence quickly, before glancing at the picture the girl's family had given to him. A smiling teen, aged seventeen years, looked back at him from the shiny square of paper. Her shaggy blonde hair reached her freckle-covered collarbones. Large brown eyes framed with long thick eyelashes, a dimple in each cheek, arched eyebrows all added to her impish look.
"Sorry, sir." Taylor muttered, looking down at his hands. It was his first day out in the field and he really didn't want to screw it up.
"No ransom note, so we don't know what the abductor wanted with her."
"What was her name again, sir? If you don't mid me asking."
"You should have a better memory than this, Taylor. Her name was Gilligan. Gilligan Smalls."