Hi. This is my first story so I just want to see how this goes and ya.
disclaimer: if I owned LOTR I would be making out with legolas instead of writing fanfiction. So in other words LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!
Beep...Beep...Beep...
"Makayla?.. Makayla?!"
"What." I snapped as I was rather rudely awakened by Faiths panicked voice
"where are we? Cane her innocent response. With that I went dead still.
"Oh shit!" I thought. I still hadn't opened my eyes so I threw my senses wide searching for anything, a smell, a sound, something that would tell me where I was. Nothing. The more I searched the more confused I became. Birds. I can hear birds, unfamiliar voices, and the steady rush of a waterfall. Waite there is no waterfall in my city! With that I bolted upright to see a rather unsettled group of men gathered around us. instinctively I reached for my pocket knife only to find it missing and a wave if memories hit me. The 7eleven, the strange man with a fowl scent, throwing the knife to see it stick in his skull, running, the overwhelming brightness, then... Here. But where was here?
