Black Ice and Green Fields

by The Goddess of Elements

When Damien Cross' car slips on a patch of black ice, he crashes into a river and is seemingly killed. But what his sister, Kyra, doesn't know is that he isn't dead. He was transported to Middle-Earth and now lives in Rohan. Kyra commits suicide from the news of his death and is rescued by Aragorn. When they arrive in Rohan years later, the two reunite but don't remember each other

1. Chapter 1: Black Ice

Damien Cross drove slowly down the snowy highway that night. The eve of December 20th, 2010 had been unusually harsh. But he should have expected it. Rochester, New York, was ranked the number one snowiest city in the United States. It got 80% precipitation every year. And no, he hadn't moved there because he was a secret never-aging vampire.

Damien didn't even live in Rochester, per se. His little sister, Kyra, did, and she'd invited him to spend Christmas. So that's what he'd done. He'd flown all the way from Chicago, Illinois and he'd chosen the longest of the flights, the one with United Airways, the one that took four hours and forty-five minutes.

Damien decided to call his sister and let her know that he was on his way. The phone went to voice mail, so Damien left a message. "Hey, sis, it's Damien. Just letting you know that I'm in Rochester and I'm driving to the hotel as I speak. Can't wait to see you. Love you. Bye."

Damien and Kyra were close, for a brother and sister duo. He was five years older than his sister.

When Kyra was born, Damien had been right there in the hospital. He'd been the first one to kiss her head. There was something about the way the baby girl's eyes had lit up when she saw him that had everyone wondering. Normally, sisters hated seeing their brothers. But Kyra was always excited to see Damien. There was a special brother/sister bond that nobody knew about. It was a mystery to all.

Damien parked his car at a gas station about twenty minutes from his hotel. The tank was running low, and if he went any longer, the tank would run out.

He filled up on gas and trudged out to his car. Snow stuck to Damien's straight brown hair and got in his blue eyes, but he batted it away.

Damien and his sister looked nothing alike. Kyra was blonde and had green eyes, and Damien had brown hair and blue eyes. This made the reason behind their bond even more mysterious.

Now, Damien was still twenty minutes from the hotel, you realize. The roads were icy. Accidents were bound to happen.

And that's exactly what did happen.

Damien's car's wheel caught on a patch of ice. It spun around. Damien screamed. The bastardous drivers of the other cars honked at him. It slid off the road and crashed into the freezing-cold river.

Damien couldn't move. He was freezing. People called to him, tried to help him. They weren't the bastards that had driven the other cars. But he couldn't hold on long enough to be healed by the paramedics that he wasn't even sure were on their way.

He simply closed his eyes and fell unconscious.