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"There's nothing there...there's absolutely nothing there!" I mumbled over and over again as I tried to ignore the pounding of my heart in my head and the pounding of feet that seemed to be right behind me. I still couldn't comprehend why I had thought that going on a walk in the forest at night would be a good idea, but by now it was seemingly too late to simply turn around and get back home.

The footsteps behind me had started shortly after the treetops had almost stolen all of the moonlight, making it even harder for me to get away. Strangely enough, the sound didn't seem to get any louder or quieter, as if whatever was behind me always kept at the same pace as me. I didn't dare to run again after I literally flew over a root the first time and simply walked at a brisk pace, trying to keep my heart from exploding out of fear. I was too scared to turn around, afraid to find out that there was indeed something stalking around behind me, but after about ten minutes of being chased, I was also getting a little pissed off.

Luckily enough I had the bright idea to take my grandpa's walking cane with me, basically a gnarly stick with a handle, and decided to face the thing behind me at the next turn for the forest didn't seem to be ending any time soon. If it was just some curious animal, my sudden movement would probably scare it off easily enough, but if it really was some guy set to kill me, probably even my stick wouldn't help me much.

I was getting surprisingly calm when I saw the next clearing coming into sight, ready to whack the thing behind me over the head. I ran the last few meters, hoping to bring some distance between us, grabbed the end of the stick with both hands and twirled around, taking as much momentum as I could into the swing and met a barrier halfway. It was a wonder the stick didn't break from the hit, but I still dropped it because of the sudden pain that reached up to my shoulders from the sudden stop.

I didn't scream when I saw the figure looming over me for I was still far too scared and almost a little bit surprised. "You carry starlight, my child." My reaction to those words probably was quite rude and inappropriate, but I couldn't help the laughter to bubble out of my mouth as relief washed over me. If this dude wanted to kill me, he wouldn't be talking such crap.

The person in front of me was still creepy, but I couldn't help but feel somehow reassured in my hope of surviving this meeting. "I'm so sorry!" I almost yelled at him, still trying to stiffle my giggles and laughter. The man simply lifted a hand and waited patiently for me to finish. It took me about five more minutes to calm down again and catch my breath again, and as I finally took a proper look at the figure standing there about 3 meters away from me, I couldn't help but to take a step back.

He was a strange sight indeed, somehow wrapped in darkness but with a strange light emitting from him, making it impossible for me to see more of him than the outlines of his body and his long and flowing white hair and beard. "Who are you?" I asked with a tiny voice, looking around for the stick I had dropped. "People have given me many names...choose whichever you wish to use." I furrowed my brows. That wasn't really helping.

The person chuckled as if he was answering on my thoughts and sighed. "Than I shall help you to decide. They call me 'The One' or 'Father of All'. I create, I give life as well as I take it again." I let out a little gasp. "So you say you are supposed to be God? And you really think I would believe that?" He came closer and walked past me when I sidestepped him, not daring to touch him in any way. He now stood in the clearing with the moonlight shining down on him, but I still couldn't make out his face. And to be honest, it really freaked me out a little bit.

"If that is the name you wish to call me, then yes, I am God." His tone was dry, not quite fitting his soft voice. I wrapped one arm around my stomach, keeping the other one on the stick I had picked up again from the forest floor. "I do not expect you to believe me, for this is not the reason why I came upon this realm. You do carry starlight...and not the starlight of this world." I snorted. "Now you are just talking crap. Sorry but I really don't have time for this, I have to work tomorrow." This time I did indeed scream for the creepy God-guy suddenly stood right in front of me when I turned around to leave, making me slam into his chest.

"HOLY CRAP!" I yelled, pushing myself backwards and promptly fell over my own feet. "Apologies. It was not my intention to scare you, but it is important that you hear me out." By now I was completely drained of anything that would keep me on my feet and simply pulled my knees to my chest, trying not to hyperventilate.

He obviously took it as a sign that he had my attention and he began to talk again. "The starlight that surrounds you has once been stolen and taken away from my precious Arda. A long time ago when the Ainulindalë was created, there had been...dissonances. Not quite noticable at first, but with the time they began to disturb our precious melody. I decided to watch at first but when the dissonance became stronger I decided that it was time to act and seek out what caused this disharmony."

He rounded me a couple of times, still keeping some distance between us. "And soon I saw a shining star being born on Earth. I knew soon that the odds would always be against you, that nature alone would be trying to get rid of you, but I could not let that happen until you were of age. And so I waited and took away the dangers that threatened to take you away into an early grave, starting with your parents."

Now he definitely had my attention. "What is that supposed to mean? My mother died during my birth and my father had a heart attack out of grief." The hand that was suddenly on my shoulder made me jump in surprise and I quickly shoved it away as I tried to get some distance between us again. "What is that supposed to mean?" I repeated louder as he stayed quiet.

"It was merely a precaution. If your mother would have survived it would have killed you. If your father would have survived he would have blamed you for his wife's death and would have killed you at one point in his life. This was the only logical solution." By this I already had my stick back in my hands, ready to strike him again. "Killing my parents was not logical! What the hell do you want from me?!" A strong wind began to blow through the clearing, making me shiver.

"There are things you do not understand yet, mortal. And there are forces you should not meddle with. You were brought upon this world by accident and it is your burden to carry the light you have stolen back into the realm where it belongs to." His tone had changed. Somehow the clear and soft voice had turned into something sour, a mere whisper that made an unpleasant shiver crawl down my spine.

"There is merely a choice...I wonder, to whom will you deliver that light to? Ah yes, of course. A king it shall be. But which king...the king with a no throne and a golden heart or the king with no heart but a golden throne? So many decisions yet to make and so little time...Oh, I think it is time for us to depart, my dear." By now my head was spinning and my legs began to wobble from fright. What the hell was he talking about?

"It is a long way to Middle-Earth, mortal. You better start to run!" And there, just for a split second, as the God bent forwards, I saw his face. It was a sight that both delighted me and scared me in ways I cannot understand even now. Beautiful, he was so beautiful with his perfect face that seemed like it was formed by an artist, so young and yet thickly coated with wisdom and age and so symmetric that it almost looked scary.

His pale skin shone like the silver moonlight that was reflected in his endlessly deep and bright blue eyes. His white hair framed his face perfectly the way it was caught by an nonexistant wind and his beard, also as white as his hair hung far down to his waist, looking smooth and rough at the same time.

But as he grinned down at me, this perfect facáde began to wither away. The grin was crooked and made him look like a madman with his gleaming blue eyes. It was this split second that I finally believed that he was indeed a god. A god that had lost his marbles probably, but it didn't change the fact that he was divine. He had told me to run and his face alone was enough reason to obey.

For a moment I didn't even realize that I was being followed again and as soon as I heard the trampling of many feet behind me, it was already too late to turn around. I didn't see the turn in front of me, for the moon had been masked by a dark cloud in that second and so it wasn't too surprising that my foot got caught in a root, sending me flying over the edge of the forest and down the slope. My breath got caught in my chest, making me unable to scream and I was about halfway down when my head violently connected with the trunk of a tree, knocking me out cold.