'Sup! Jellybaby here. So, this is my first ever story on this website, and I'm still trying to get the formatting figured out so just bear with me. If it's really messed up I'll fix it as soon as possible. I own only my OC, don't sue me. You'd only get a crappy laptop. Read and tell me what you think! Flames not appreciated. If it sucks, please tell me why.

This is bad. I mean, really, really bad.

I'm beyond lost now. All I did was look down at my phone for a minute; now the grey city around me has dissolved into a bleak wasteland under a cloudy sky.

Nothing I've tried has done anything. I mean, I've called for help, even tried pinching and slapping to wake myself up. (Who knows, maybe I fell in a pothole or something and I'm lying unconscious.) Banging my head against the ground hasn't helped either; it's actually made the situation surprisingly worse.

Defeated, I flop down on the floor with a noise reminiscent of a bull elephant seal stepping on a sea urchin. I dump out my small satchel and make an inventory of what I've got: A phone, a solar charger (thank heaven for that), a tube of chapstick, a few dollar bills, a rumpled Kleenex, my earbuds, and half a squashed stick of gum.

You'd think I'd put more in my bags. I'm kind of dumb that way.

Pacing back and forth between two boulders each about the size of my head, I survey my options. Given that this is probably a cruel prank, I can play along, make myself shelter for the night, or I can stubbornly refuse to do anything. I rub my hand across my aching forehead is disgust.

Discovering a small trickle of blood, I use my phone as a mirror to check the damage and almost drop it in surprise. Looking back at me is a young woman with hair and eyes the color of solid gold.

Huh... I mean, my eyes were a kind of amber, and my hair was a kind of golden blonde, but not this extreme. This is almost creepy. How would someone do that? Or maybe they just hacked my phone camera or something.

I stuff everything back into the bag and sling it over my shoulder. It's hot here, wherever "here" is, but it starts to cool down a little and the skies darken. I curl into a frustrated little ball and fall into an uneasy sleep.

Large bright figures surround me. I can't see their faces; but strange lilting voices run through my head as if I'm not actually hearing them with my ears, but a kind of deeper hearing, like with my mind.

'She awakens.'

I sit up groggily. "Is this a dream?"

'Hush, child,' says the figure on my right. 'You have been brought here for a purpose, one which only you can fulfill.'

I make confused gerbil noises. Strange sounds that strike me as amusement flow through my head.

'You are descended directly from the Maia Melian, through your ancestor Elured. Due to your ancestry, you have been chosen to be a vessel for power.'

"Power?" I'm finally able to move past the confused gerbil noises.

'Surely you feel it, a slight tingling, the feeling that something is different. This power is not for you to use until the opportune time.'

I feel something pulling me, dragging me as if upwards. "What's that?"

'You are awakening. I apologize for what will follow. Truly. But the fate of a soul hangs in the balance.'

Hmmwhat now?

Something pulls my brain back to reality, and I stir groggily from my curled-up spot on the ground. A rock digs into my back and honestly, I feel more tired than before. A strange scuttling noise draws my attention, and I shrink backwards into a large boulder.

A particularly ugly... creature... shuffles towards me, then turns and barks something over its shoulder in a harsh-sounding language. I shy away, but it comes closer, grabbing my arm. It looks a lot like an Orc.

Orcs aren't real, My brain reminds me. I know that, I tell it, attempting to rip my arm out of the creature's grasp. I'm pretty sure this is an elaborate prank, but why would they target me? What did I do?

Even more of the creatures come over. One grabs my shoulder in one hand, yanking out a knife with the other. If this is a prank they won't really hurt me, but the knife looks awfully real. A little glimmer of doubt starts to boil up in my stomach.

The Orc (I don't know what else to call it so I'm just going to call it an Orc) brings the point of the knife to the skin on my forearm and cuts it open. I shriek and try to rip it away, tears running down my face more in shock and confusion as he cuts the symbol of an eye in my skin, rapidly turning red and running down my fingers. It throbs and burns and I don't remember something hurting this much since I was little and got my bare foot stuck in my bicycle gears. It bled kind of like this.

The thing lets go of my arm and I manage to catch one of them in the face with my elbow before they corner me again. One ties a piece of dirty cloth around the cut to stop the bleeding and my arms are bound behind me. To make matters worse, they gag me with a piece of gross cloth after I continue to shout obscenities at them. Fear makes my mouth run, and this is fear at its greatest.

A tiny little part of me still hopes this is still a prank and I cling to it like a lifeline. But after we've been walking for a while, we suddenly come to a tower. At the top is a giant flaming Eye, which swivels to look at me. I feel it see straight through me, almost searching my thoughts- and that one little scrap of hope turns tail and runs for its life. But if these are orcs, then that's... Sauron. Which would mean I somehow wound up in Middle-earth. Where Melian and Elured come from. My heart slides into my stomach and decides to just chill out there for quite some time.

So, there you have it. What do you think? I'm not going to ditch this even if no one reads it, since it is my brainchild and right now I am picking favorites with my brainchildren. (I am a horrible brainparent, I know.) Please review! I love them so much I can't even express how happy reviews make me feel! Also I love making my stuff so that other people love it too, because isn't that the point of writing?