Me: K, so I had watched Pride and Prejudice, and I just couldn't help myself! I know I said I'd work on my Hobbit story, but I'm in the middle of some writer's block. Mostly because it's a bit hard for me to write Thorin scenes without making him too OOC. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this story in the time being! As promised, this entire story is already written and completed. Only difference is that I decided not to update until a specific number of reviews is given. Mwahaha! I'm so evil! Anyway, for the next update, I need at least 3 reviews! That shouldn't be too hard you guys! ENJOY!
"Thank you! Thank you! You've been a great audience!" I shout out to the cheering crowd. You see, I'm a comedian, and, I'm proud to admit, I have many fans. I walk off the stage and my assistant, Marissa, hands me a water bottle.
"You did great, Eva!" She says with a wide smile.
"Thanks. Though, I'm afraid this may be the last show in a while" I tell her sadly. And she then goes into shock.
"What?! But-but-but you can't! Why?!"
"My grandma died a couple days ago. I have to go home, plan her funeral, and pack her things" I explain.
"Aw! You poor thing!" Marissa then practically squeezes me to death.
"Can't….breathe…" I wheeze out.
"Sorry" She says, letting me go.
"Anyway, I have to leave tonight. My plane to London leaves in an hour, and I still have to pack for the trip" I tell her, walking out to my limo. "I'll see you when I get back."
"Ok. Have a nice flight and sorry to hear about your grandma" She says, walking off to her own car. I wave as I get in and buckle up, starting the car.
~Time Skip!~
I open the door to my grandma's mansion and turn the lights on. Yeah, we're kinda rich, and it's sort of old money. Like, really old. As in 18th century old. Thankfully though, my family is the business type, so we were able to continue growing our money further. I'm actually the odd one out, as I didn't go into business, I went for the entertainment route. But, my grandma didn't seem to mind. In fact, she encouraged it.
You see, it's always just been the two of us, for the most part. Nana's siblings are off in different countries, and I'm an only child. My parents died when I was about three, so I don't remember much about them. Nana raised me instead. And she was very strict. She kept getting on my case about manners and how to act like a 'lady'. She stopped when she finally realized I was a lost cause, preferring to make jokes than learn which spoon to use. Of course, those lessons are still ingrained in my head, but I usually block them out when I can.
Nana left a will stating that everything was mine and to do with them as I want. Though she did specify that if anything happened to me, they would be split equally to her siblings. It was a bit strange she stated that, but ok.
As I put my luggage onto the floor, I get attacked by a giant tan and black blur. "AH!" I laugh as I get tickled by wet licks. "Bruno! Get off me! Stop it! That tickles!" Bruno gets up off of me and sits, panting happily. Bruno was the family dog, a big mastiff. His fur was mostly tan, but his snout and ears were black, as if common for them. He is three years old, but is as energetic as a puppy. He was the offspring of Juno, our old mastiff. Everyone in our family were dog lovers. Our many-times-great grandparents owned the original mastiffs of the family, and from then on, it just became tradition to own mastiffs.
I kneel beside Bruno and shake his thick neck affectionately. He barks loudly and gives me another lick. I scratch his ear before standing up and taking my luggage to my old room. I refuse to sleep in Nana's room. It wouldn't feel right. Since it was super late, I just plop onto the bed, Bruno jumping on with me, and fall asleep.
~Time Skip!~
The next day, I decided to start packing the attic and work my way down. Bruno, ever so loyal and protective, came with me, using the servant stairs instead of the ladder. We didn't have servants, but a maid would often come to clean. Nana said that our grandmother didn't like just sitting around and would often do things around the house to keep from getting bored when grandfather would go on trips without her. She would also usually cook with the servants, even teaching her children to do so. She was the one who came up with the Better Than cake, which our family recipe.
Deciding to be comfortable as I cleaned, I changed into some sweat pants and a tank top. I dust off some cobwebs from the walls, as Bruno lays on a pillow, chewing on a bone. When I finish cleaning off webs, I start to go through boxes of things my Nana owned. Found a few cool things, such as some old time dresses (with corsets, yuck!) and some old paintings. Though, one did catch my attention. I pick up the portrait and examine it.
The woman was dressed in one of the dresses I found, a light and dark blue dress, and sitting beside her was a large mastiff like Bruno. But what I found interesting (and a bit weird), was the fact that she looked exactly me. Even down to her violet eyes and red-orange hair fading to a white-orange at the end….Ok, now I understand what Nana meant when she said I looked like our great grandmother….A little strange, but our entire family's strange, so that's nothing new. Seriously, my Nana had these, like, super senses. It was creepy.
I shrug and put the portrait to the side. When I finish going through the paintings, I walk over to the bookcase, and work on those next. About halfway through, I accidentally knock one book over. Bruno immediately comes over and picks it up for me, the good boy he is. I take it from him and scratch his ear, "Good boy." He barks happily, giving my hand a lick. I look at the book and, to my confusion, it had some strange writing on the front. I don't even think it was english. I open the book and a letter falls out. I pick it up and read it.
Dear my little Eva. If you are reading this, then it means I have passed on to the next world. I'm sure by the time you're reading this, you've already found the painting of our ancestor. Now, I'm sure you are wondering why that matters. See, super senses, even beyond the grave. And, no I don't have super senses. GAH! LIAR! You see, you may have wondered why our family is a bit out of the ordinary. I'll explain. We have wicca blood coursing through our veins. Despite what people believed, we are not witches. They are completely different. Though, in our family, only the females have the ability to use our white magic. The males, on the other hand, just carry the gene. Our line of wiccans started beyond our many-times-great grandfather, though our grandmother, who was also a wiccan, did not know about his heritage until he explained it to her. You see, each wicca has a soul mate. Cheesy, I know, but it's true. Our souls are created differently than normal humans. They are intertwined with another's the moment we are born, linking our lives together. It is why many wicca do not marry until later in life, as they do not find their mate until then. Now, you're probably thinking that this is insane and I was losing my mind at my near death. I hate you…. But this book proves it. If you just look at it, you'll find that, despite it being in a language you've never learned, you can understand word for word perfectly. That is because the language is for wicca only, and only we can understand it. The book with teach you all you need to know about our bloodline. Now, onto the real reason for this letter. Back to our conversation of soul mates. Unfortunately, some of us never do find them. You are one of those people. But the reason for it, is something no one thought possible, not even us wicca. Your soul had been linked to someone who had already died. Hundreds of years ago. Nana sa what now? I know how lonely you are, even when you had me and our dogs around. And I was so proud that you let your loneliness turn into something for the better. Even if you couldn't be so, you wanted others to be happy, and would always try to put a smile on their faces. It wasn't until your 15th birthday when I realized why you were so unhappy with your life. Remember that day? It was the day your hair started to change colors, fading into a light orange-white, making it resemble fire. It was then I knew. You were lonely and unhappy because this was not the time you were to be in. Somehow, your soul got mixed up in the timeline and ended up in the wrong period. I regret to inform you that I had been selfish. You see, while I knew of your predicament, and how to fix it, I did nothing. I did not want you to leave me. I loved you, and wanted you beside me. However, now that I'm gone, you have nothing holding you back anymore. So, it is now that I tell you that I'm am sending you to where you belong. Do not worry, I am not sending you alone. Bruno shall go with you. You see, each wiccan also has a guardian spirit animal. The mastiff is our family's guardian. But don't think they're anything that special. They are still animals. They are just fiercely loyal and protective, willing to die for their wiccan's safety. I look over at Bruno to see him wiggling around on his back, panting. Yep. Nothing special there…. Anyway, I wish you all of the luck and happiness when you arrive in the correct time. Remember that I love you and I'm doing this for your own good. Love, Nana.
Ok. That was just weird. There is no way any of that is true. I shrug and put the letter aside to examine the book. I blink when the title cover glows and the word transforms into english for me….Weirder….I open the book, which was titled 'History' by the way, and read the contents. This is a big book….
However, the entire book starts glowing and I scream a bit, dropping it to the ground. I back away, cowering behind a now growling Bruno, as the book glows brighter. I think I fainted then.