Prologue

Pleasant greetings, I guess when it comes to stories nowadays; the main character has the obligatory to introduce themselves, should they not? I guess I'll go and say: Hello, my name is Excalibur Farron but you may call me "Cali."

I know my name seems a little peculiar for a girl and that I am named after the famous sword. Blame my father for the uniqueness of it, but mind you, I quite like it.

I have lived a normal life on Earth, like a normal teenage girl would.

I got good grades, I had friends and I made my father proud. Although there are a few things about me that I don't find normal at all, or because I don't find them as much as interesting as the things I had already told you.

Firstly, I was called a "delinquent." You know, a loner. For being so distant from people, for being so different from all the girls, and for being quiet all the time. I had friends yes, but not the type of whom you can tell them everything. They don't understand me well and I don't know why. My dad was the only person I trusted. If I'm not hanging out with my dad then I must be inside my room, reading my heart away, listening to good music, or sleeping. I am weird, that way. But hey, I must be destined for something else, or rather somewhere else, but we'll get to that later.

I didn't have a boyfriend. Probably because I didn't find love interesting at that time and that I am a little immature. I always thought it would be useless and I won't take any benefit out of it. And of course, I thought wrong.

For more information about me:

I learned archery. My dad is a skilled archer, you see. He was the one who taught me. According to him, I was quite good at it, so he let me join at tournaments and such.

I think my life on earth was a little dull, save my archery and my dad but I did live a solitary life. Well now you understand. I died on earth. And I should tell you that my life, like I said, was not at all exciting. I focused on my studies and archery so intently I wasn't able to dwell in other things. I was oblivious and ignorant with exciting or new things then. I thought I would live longer and might able to do them when I'm older, but of course, the famous quote comes along: "Live life to the fullest." And that was my mistake. I didn't live my life, like tomorrow's my last.

I do sound unsociable, peculiar, and quiet and all but I wasn't like that when I was younger. Specifically when I was a child.

I had a dream, a silent longing: I longed for adventure.

When I was a kid, my dad pretty much raised me with adventure books. Like a knight slaying a dragon to save the princess from the tower. Going off on a crazy journey around the world. For your information, I do not see myself as the princess. I actually wanted to be the one slaying the dragon. I mean, don't you think it sounds extremely cool? I really wanted to go off on a crazy adventure too. To visit mountains and meet fairies and kill trolls. To be taken away by Peter Pan then he'd bring me to Neverland.

All those dreams were behind me, as I got older. I didn't know that it would come back to me. Life is like that. Immensely unexpected, it is.

Before anything else about my story, I have to tell you the cause of my tragic funny death. It happened on my birthday. My eighteenth birthday, and dad took me to a fishing trip. One morning, I woke up very early and thought I'd go fishing for a while, to kill time. I went out and grabbed my fishing rod without waking dad up.

I got on the boat, floated in the middle of the lake, which is like meters away as I waited for little fishes to come and take my bait.

While waiting, I heard a 'plop' kind of, sound. I stood up, curious of the sound, as the boat began to move uneasily. I forgot what happened next. It's like a frustrating memory, that whatever you do, you can't seem to remember it. But I do recall falling off the boat.

Like a normal human being would do, I flailed my arms around, struggled for my life. With my descriptions, it is obvious that I don't know how to swim. I gasped for air but water rushed inside my mouth as I swallowed an infinite amount of water. I screamed desperately but no one heard me. I reached my arms for air, but alas, I began to descend, breathing shallowly and slowly.

When you die, people say that your life flashes in front of your eyes, isn't that right? My life didn't flash before my eyes, instead it flashed the most precious moments I had on earth: The moments I had with my dad.

My dad was my best bud, obviously. He was always there for me when I'm sad, or when I'm happy. He's the only person who could understand me.

I closed my eyes with those memories inside my head as I waited for death to consume me.

I obviously accepted death. I didn't want to struggle anymore. I wondered about a lot of things such as to the people who would go to my funeral or if dad was the only person who was sad about my death.

I waited, but instead of meeting the bottom of the lake, I watch as the water sank and the lakebed magically turned into soft green grass. I gasped for air, and took deep breaths. I felt a tear stream down my face, as I drifted away into nothingness.

I did die, but I was "reborn" into a different world.

A world that is called "Middle Earth."

Remember what I said about myself, finding adventure?

Well it seems that adventure found me first.

This is my first fanfic of the breathtaking book, "The Hobbit" by J.R.R. Tolkien and movie by the brilliant Peter Jackson.

I disclaim everything, except for my original character, Excalibur Farron.

What inspired me to write this because I find the book deliciously adventurous and the movie immensely fantastic, also by a wonderful fanfic. You know who you are, writer. :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my story so far.

I'd appreciate if I'd see a review or two. Reviews give me inspiration. :)

Thanks for reading!