Prolouge
A single dream. The world came into focus, yet Margurite could not recognize it. It was not an elven community, quite the opposite though hundreds of people buzzed around her, they were strictly human. "And yet", she thought, "it does look slightly famillar." The place dazzled her, for in the corner of her eye she saw a strange company across the hall. "Now what business does a human, an elf and a dwarf have in Rohan." Rohan, yes that was this lands name, though where in her head this came from she had no idea.
Note: In case by some weird, bizarre twighlight-zone occurene someone from my school should happen upon this they should know the name Margurite (though not spelled that way) has been in my family in the past and is not supposed to have any resemblence to anyone at school. In fact I strongly dislike Maggie D., SO DON"T FLATTER YOURSELF!!!