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As I open my eyes, I'm almost blinded by the fair intensity of the star's light shining upon me. I'm surrounded by greenery and green pastures dotted with a few trees overlooking hills. Far away, I can see small rounded doors embedded in some hills, perhaps some houses, or bunkers, should I know? This place is so different of my palace, even my world I dare say, nothing alike Zakel. Looking back, this place reminds me slightly of Zakel, when I first came on this world, when they were still primitives. However, I'm not supposed to be here, it wasn't part of my plan, I should be possessing the body of this Sith who was kneeling in front of me, not here. Hm, I shall try to remember what happened last. I was sitting upon my throne, then my son came back with two prisoners after the complete obliteration of their pitiful fleet with my eternal fleet. Arcann brought me Marr and his so-called hero, a member of the Dark Council whose name I completely forgot. I killed Marr of course, and the other sith kneeled bowed down to me to get a share of my power, and…ah, yes, my son pierced my back with his lightsaber. I do remember, and truth to be told, it's not one of my finest moment, yet I'm proud of him. Nonetheless, I should be in the body of the sith, not a different world. Even though I'm using my power to try to probe the galaxy, it's like there's no life in the entire universe if this world. Is that possible? Am I in the right world, or in another universe ? If yes, which one? Where?
"Where am I?" I asked myself.
"In the Shire, my good sir." I heard an unknown voice.
I instantly turned myself toward the voice, slightly shocked that I didn't felt the possessor of this voice behind me. I decide to carefully observe this creature with a human appearance. She must measure at most 4 feet, and looks like a woman, with golden curly hair reaching the back of her neck, green almost emerald eyes, easily mistaken for a child, yet with my power if feel she's much more older than a mere child. As I lower my eyes, I am surprised to see that she is barefoot, and her feet are very different from mine. They are slightly thicker, with a tuft of hair on each foot, and they look very tough. What a strange specimen.
"Who are you? And by the same token, what are you? I have never met a species like yours." I ask then, in an authoritative voice.
"Well, you're not very courteous, it's not a way to address a lady, grand-leg. She replied in the same tone, "But to answer your question, my name is Belladonna Took, daughter of Gerontius Took, the Thain of the County, and I am a Hobbit, though sometimes you refer to my people as Halflings, which is very rude and considered an insult here."
Fascinating, hobbits, seems that I came upon an interesting universe. Yet, I feel that my time has come, I'm dying, and I have no one left to transfer my powers to. This universe being different from mine, it is obvious that I will not be able to transfer my consciousness, but maybe ... yes, the idea is more than entertaining. I can at least transfer all my powers, maybe even my knowledge or a part of it, but for it to work, I have to have an heir. And lucky I am, right in front of me, is a woman. Nothing will stop me from having an heir, and from transferring my powers, even if I have to lower myself to this vile deed. But before all, let's try to convince her, who knows, maybe she will be sensitive and will agree to help me?
"Tell me, would you help me? I have little time left, very little time. I cannot explain the reason, but just know that I am very powerful, I will say even immensely powerful, and I have little time left. "I ask her.
"Hm, I do not know you, but if it can help you die in peace, then I will do everything in my power to help you." She replied, a touch of worry in her voice.
"Tell me, do you have people in this world, which are able of fantastic feats? People with powers, able to explode things, create things, control things, and so on?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, yes, absolutely, they are wizards. One of my friends is one, you may know him, Gandalf the Grey, though some say Gandalf Greymantle, or call him Mithrandir among the elves, or even Tharkûn among the dwarves. There are five, Saruman the White, who is the most powerful of his order, there are the two blue magicians, whose names are forgotten, Gandalf, and Radagast the brown, the last of his order. These wizards are called the Istaris, and rumours says they were sent by the Valars to protect us." She replied, with enthusiasm, "And considering your lack of knowledge, I guess you do not know who the Valars are. For simplicity, the Valars are the creators of our world and of all life. Eru Illuvatar, the creator of all things to breathe life into the song. He created the elves who are immortal, and who are extraordinary healers. The dwarves were created by Aûle, better known as Mahal. Men, I do not know anymore. And finally, we Hobbits were created by Yavanna Kementari, the Green Lady and Valar of Nature, who's Mahal's wife." She added.
As I thought about the information, Belladonna approached me.
"Tell me, how can I help you?" She asked.
"I need an heir," I replied, and added at once, seeing her offended look, "Know that I'm like those wizards, I have extraordinary powers. And I wish to transmit my powers, but I can only transmit them to a child of my blood. I do not have any, I have no heirs, and I need one. I will be able to transmit my powers to the child even if he is in the belly of his mother, do you understand? "
"I see, and I guess I'm the only 'candidate' available, my luck." She said mockingly.
How interesting, she does not seem more shocked than that. I was expecting a violent reaction, insults, but surely not this.
"Does that mean yes?" I asked.
"Hm, see, I'm already considered one of the least respectable hobbitesses in the county, so having a child out of wedlock with a wizard, that's enough to make the gossipers of the whole county talk. I'm in!" She answered with a cheerful look.
She grabbed my hand immediately and led me into an abandoned corner of the forest, where we surrendered to our primary instincts for several hours.
"And how do I know if I'm pregnant before you die?" She asked me, very worried about me.
"Worry not, I'll know, and I need only two or three hours to know whether or not you will be pregnant," I replied, in a tired voice.
Three hours later, I decided to check her as she slept by my side. I focused my mind and used the force, then I felt another presence, very powerful, in her belly. I had succeeded, I had created an heir. Immediately, I woke her up.
"What ... what ... what's going on?" She asked, completely confused.
"You are pregnant." I answered in a voice without emotion.
"And now? What will you do?" She asked me.
"Now, I will transfer my powers into this embryo, and once done, I will disappear."
"I see, so I guess it's a farewell." She answered, sadly.
I decided not to answer, and I ran the palm of my hand on her belly. A beam of energy connected us, and I transferred all my powers. I felt my end approached, and it is with an evil laugh that I extinguished, adding just before disappearing.
"May my child know my name, let him know that he is the son of Valkorion, Emperor of Zakel."