There and Back Again: A Mortal's Tale
Hello again readers! I know that I have not updated in so long, that you were probably ready to give up on me... well I am back :) This is a completely revamped version of There and Back Again: A Mortal's Tale, although I loved the first version it was not going as well as I had hoped and (in my opinion) this version is much better. Not too much has changed, so don't worry, but I would definitally suggest reading every chapter again so you can get the full effect of my hard work. I have tried to mature my writing style and take more time editing, so please enjoy and let me know what you think about this new story. I love you all, please forgive me for the dely.
Prologue:
The world had grown dark and still, like floating in a pond of ink or gazing at a starless sky. I drifted in this limbo where time had no meaning, days become seconds and second flow into days, all the while my mind flickers like a candle. The darkness shifts as a vortex of stars appear before me, I can hear twinkling whispers and it is as if the stars themselves were speaking to me. In my desperate attempt to understand the musical voices my eyes force themselves open sending me from my peaceful solitude right into hell. My walls, which used to be painted the soft pink I insisted on as a 10 year old and now resented at my 18 years, now blazed red and orange with fire. My beautiful cherry desk and cherished vanity were now only fuel for the fire that was slowly making its way over to my single bed. My mind screamed for me to take action, but no matter how hard I tried my body would not cooperate. I opened my mouth to scream when something caught my eye, a mirror.
At this point I was almost certain this was a dream, not only because I knew that this mirror had absolutely no business being in my room, but also because its appearance was something that could only exist in my imagination. The elaborate oval frame, which seemed to be made of a silver metal, had strange inscriptions on it in a language I had never seen before. The glass itself was even more baffling, at first it looked as smooth and hard as diamond but with a simple tilt of your head the pane seemed to turn into a rippling pond.
I was mesmerized by this strange mirror and slowly all thoughts of the fire left my head, all I could see was the glass changing from water to rock, water to rock, water to…a ring? Out of the waters of the mirror came a ring, insignificant it seemed for it was a simple gold band, but I could not keep my eyes off of it. Then it spoke, softly at first and then the chanting became louder.
"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."
The intensity of the chanting increased until it seemed that the voice was right inside my head, the ring drew closer to me. It was not until my body was just inches from the mirror that I realized it was me that had been moving towards the mirror. I had no control over my body as my hand reached to touch the glass in frount of me, all the while that terrible voice pounded through my skull. My hand reached the plane of glass only to have it give way under the light pressure of my fingers, allowing my hand to pass right through creating ripples like a pond. I could almost touch the ring, a few more inches and it would be mine. This idea excited me in ways I knew it should not but still I strained for it, I could not stop myself now. Finally my fingers brushed the cool metal surface of the brilliant ring, and suddenly there was light and heat. It seemed as if the whole mirror had burst into flames, so bright and real that I could feel the heat blister my skin. Even as I continued to burn I could not retreat to safety and watched helplessly as the reflection changed once again to show a black tower in a land of fire. The land was completely bare of all things living except for the thousands of foul creatures that I could only define as demons and the active volcano in the distance. My attention was once again diverted as my gaze moved up to the summit of the great tower; and there, piecing me with its flaming gaze, was a great eye. It was only then that I found the will to scream.
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Love: MissyBecca
