Chapter 1
Shea Groves POV:
Today was the big day. Today was the day I was finally going back home. After struggling through my first semester of college, I was finally going to live with my annoying older sister again.
I packed all of my clothes and accessories into one suitcase, and I gazed at my dorm room for the last time. It was spacious and vacant. I did not have a roommate and I hoped it would stay that way. The white painted walls and smell of lemon scented detergent had grown on me, and I was tempted to stay in the dorms during the summer.
I walked out of the dorm room trying to ignore my feelings of regret.
Five years had passed since my parents died in a house fire, and the memory still plagues my mind. I never told them I loved them or had a chance to say goodbye. There were gone within a blink of an eye while I was at school, and there was no explanation why. My older sister claimed that the toaster somehow caught on fire, but I didn't believe it. There had to be more to the story. I have dreamt about several scenarios or causes for my parent's death and none of them seem to make sense.
Nothing about my life really seems to make sense. I am an outcast. I always have been. The girls are always jealous of me while the boys only admire me from a distance. This year, I was just a lonely eighteen year old college freshman trying to accept that fact that my childhood was over, and now it's time to face my dream. My dream to be a writer. I knew that I wanted to be a writer from a very early age in my childhood.
I allowed my thoughts to drift about various ideas while I placed my suitcase into the car. After I placed the suitcase on the floor, I got into the car and drove home.
The ride home was swift and simple. There was little traffic on the highway and I was able to listen to music from my cellphone to tune out my endless amount of thoughts. Once I arrived home I noticed my sister's car was sitting in the driveway.
That's strange she should be at work. I thought as I gazed at the sliver hybrid car. I was about to unlock the front door of my home until I noticed that the door was already unlocked.
I entered the house, and there was no light's on in the living room. The living room always had burning candles and chandelier was always lit. I walked further into the house and turned on the hall lights outside of the living room. I walked down the long hallway, and when I passed the kitchen I saw that food was scattered everywhere. There was cereal spread across the kitchen counter, and a dried milk stain on the floor. I walked toward the sink to see a sharp kitchen knife covered blood.
"What the hell happened here?" I said not caring about my language.
I walked out of the kitchen quickly and towards my bedroom. Once I arrived in my room, I noticed that everything seemed to be in its rightful place until something caught my eye. Something that I have never seen before. It was enticing and alluring at the same time, and I wondered how an object so small could possess such a mind controlling power. It was lying by my grandmother's antique jewelry box.
"A ring." I said moving towards it slowly.
The ring was golden, and I instantly felt conflicted. Why was I so drawn to an object? I carefully placed the ring in the palm of my hand and I studied it.
I tried to read the words inscribed on the ring, but I could not understand the language. Then something inside me clicked. I remembered. I remembered the ring from my nightmares, and I realized that the ring was tied to my parent's death.
"The ring is evil. It must be destroyed." I whispered before I could catch myself.
I felt hatred burn inside of me, and I could hear faint whispers plague my mind. I felt annoyed and confused, so I placed the ring on my finger.
The ring somehow fit perfectly and before I could remove the ring everything went black.
I felt like my head was spinning and there was nothing but darkness in my eyes. Through the darkness I could see a blurry figure of an eye surrounded by fire, then I saw a dark city or place. The dark place had towers and I saw the horrifying face of monsters.
The monsters face vanished and was replaced with something else. A hand, a large pale human hand. The hand reached towards me through the darkness and I wondered where the person's body was.
The whispers turned into mind burning shouts, and I grabbed onto the pale hand. I felt like I was suffocating, and once again I was led into darkness.
AN: Hello, I don't know what to say. I wrote this is less than an hour. I am not a very good fantasy writer, but I was inspired to write a Lotr fanfic after listening to Ed Sheeran's I See Fire. Anyway, I only have three weeks left in summer school, so I probably will not update until then. If I update at all. Feedback is always appreciated. I know this chapter was extremely flat, but it will get better hopefully.