~~Prologue~~

As far as you could remember, there was absolutely no harm in reading.

You see, it's one of those things that whether you overdo or not-just idly reading a chapter for an hour, or avidly staying up as late as sunrise to finish one good read...it doesn't really have its "cons". People often say that all things have its disadvantages, good or bad. Clearly, these "people" don't read books enough.

Or if they do, I'm betting all the jiggling cents in my pocket right now, as I run panic-stricken, that they don't understand a word they're reading.

Or maybe I'm just the one who doesn't understand anything at all.

All I could remember was sneaking inside that goddamn school library we have, trying to find my (almost-always) lost eyeglasses. Ever since I was young, I was obviously an obsessive bookworm with a heated passion for writing as well. Everyday I would be in the library, reading and writing during my sparetime. And almost every other day, I would accidentally misplace my eyeglasses.

You'd think that with the gazillion times I "lost" it things would be easier, but no, it's just as difficult to find(or rather, grope for) it. Especially now that it's my first time losing it in a library...damn, my fate surely did not cut me some slack today.

And with the thunderstorm causing a major black-out with electricity, well, good luck to Miss Myopia. She's gonna need it, kids.

I shiver at the chilly temperature. Yep. BADLY, kids. BADLY.

If I was in a lighter mood, I would have had ran my own mental list entitled, "Makings Of A Perfect Room". Arctic cold? Check. Dark as our Math teacher's underarms? Check. Cannot find what you're searching for, even if an hour has passed already? Check!

Now all we need is some...blood dripping from the walls or Sadako sticking out of the ceiling or something, and I'd be cozy and dandy here.

Grimly, I gave myself another facepalm. The third in a row, as if the mere act can enlighten me on where my stupid glasses are.

But not for long.

A loud "Bam!" resounded in the silent library, followed by a terrified, "Gawd fucking dammit!"

As I spun around, it took me five seconds to realize that the one who swore was me. But the "Bam" part? Definitely not me, or something I did...in fact, if my ears are correct, it sounded like...a book falling down.

Trying to control my racing heartbeat, I put a hand on my chest, relieved. At least it's only a book. That fell. Accidentally, I hope.

"Tsk, nevermind, " I muttered aloud, dismissing the creepy thought. Who cares, I'm here to find my eyeglasses, not linger in the dark as if I'm some ghost buster.

I couldn't remember how many minutes passed after finally, I found my eyeglasses. Sighing to myself in relief, I grabbed the eyeglasses from the ground, only to find out that I can't.

Wait, what? I CAN'T? As in, CANNOT?

Squinting my eyes further as if it would help me see in this dark room, I tried lifting up my eyeglasses my annoyance, it just. Wouldn't. BUDGE.

Fuck diche.

The lights went back on at that moment, but I was too concentrated on attempting to pull back my eyeglasses from wherever it was stuck from. Only this time, it wasn't the cool metal of my eyeglasses I touched.

It was the sole of a boot.

Wait,what?Sole of a...boot, as in a person's...?

An old-looking boot with a rather...ancient feel to it, if you'd look closely. But I guess I didn't have time for those musings, because as soon as I looked up I heard my own screams fill the school library.

The lights went off again, and as if on cue, my consciousness was reduced to nothing more than a massive, lifeless, black.

I am still running, though, my breath coming in little huffs of exhaustion. If only I didn't get engrossed in that goddamn book. If only I didn't leave my eyeglasses.

If only it was another book.

If only it wasn't me.

Author's Note: Greetings, people of FanFiction (especially to the loyal, die-hard subjects of the LOTR and The Hobbit fan club)! As you may have noticed, I am also a part of this, ahem, "fan club", but more of the Prince Legolas and King Thranduil kind of...fandoms. So I'm guessing you already know what's in store, yep? Oh, c'mon, don't play shy: I know you already do! *winks*
I only own my original female characters as of the moment. Although I do fantasize and fangirl about owning Lee Pace and Orlando Bloom's characters more frequently than I should...oh well, that's a story for another time.
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