Chapter 1. Cilla's P.O.V.

"Lady's and gentlemen, we have our CHAMPION! The one you have been cheering for, the one you all love! None other than ARTEMIS!"

I smiled as the guy raised my hand, proclaiming me the champion. Oh, excuse me, where are my manners. My full name is Cecillia Elyrka Gondurol, but I Cilla to close friends. Everyone else calls me Artemis (yes, like the moon goddess in Greek mythology).

As I walked out of the club with a butt-load of cash, my friend practically of forever put her arm around me. Her name is Emily Laredith Turpyn, Emily for short. As we got on our beautiful horses, I thought of our past.

We had been raised in an orphanage after being abandoned by our parents, and we had to learn to fight on the street. We're the best there is, along with my twin Quintana Elaryan Collins. I call her Blackie for short, don't ask me why 'cause I don't even know. We're not the only ones either, there's also Molly Saerien Brormen. The four of use were abandoned together, and we don't know why, and we don't want to know. Blackie and Molly were currently getting food.

"Hey guys." Correction. One of them was getting food.

"Hey Blackie, thought you and Molly were getting food." I raised my eyebrows.

She smiled, "Molly made me come back because she wanted to bring it home alone. Something about alone time." She shrugged.

"Oh, okay."

The 4 of us were very unique. Each of us has a necklace given to us by who we believe is our fathers, and we literally can't take them off, not even in the shower. I'm serious, we've tried. They have an inscription of another language that no one's even heard of, but we understand it perfectly. In a way, all of them say that we will never be alone, and will forever have family. 3 of us also have rings,(me, Blackie and Molly) but we don't have an idea about who gave those to us. All we remember is that a little boy stood over us saying they will never leave us. It was a different little boy for each of us, but we still don't know who gave it to us.

"Hey guys?" Blackie asks, breaking my train of thought.

"Yeah?" Emily and I say at the same time.

"Where are we?" when she asks that we looked around. We weren't anywhere near home.

"I don't know, but maybe that old man can help us." Emily points out the man up ahead.

"Excuse me, sir?" I ask, causing the old man to turn and look at us, surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, how may I help a couple of young dwarrowdams?" we looked at each other confused.

"Um, what did you just call us?" Blackie asks. Oh dear, here we go.

"Dwarrowdams. You're to small to be an elf, except that lady right there, but she has no pointy ears. Also, you're to large to be hobbits, and your feet are to small. You are also to small to be a man-" that raised some indignation.

"EXCUSE ME! WE DO NOT HAVE DICKS AND BALLS!" I screamed out. What? It's true.

He frowned. "Pardon me, but I simply meant the race of man." I blushed.

"Oh, I knew that." Emily and Blackie Snickered.

"May I ask you names?"

We looked at each other. We decided silently to use our other names.

I spoke up. "I'm Cecillia Elyrka Gondurol, but call me Cilla. This-" I say, pointing at Blackie, "is Quintana Elaryan Collins, and this-" pointing at Emily, "is Emily Laredith Turpyn. And you are?" I ask.

"I'm Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey."

"Well Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey, can you tell us where we are?" Realization hit his face.

"So, you're finally home to join in taking a mountain back." he mumbles under his breath. Sounds suspicious to me. "Come with me and I will explain everything. I promise." he smiles.

The three of us look at each other and nod.

"All right, no tricks?" he chuckled

"No tricks."

He proceeded to explain everything to us for the next hour while we were on our way to hobbiton to meet a hobbit called Bilbo Baggins.

After going back and re-reading my story, I realised why I have no inspiration...it sucks. It's very cheesy and I had very bad wording. Because of this, I am re-writing the story. Well...re-wording it at least.

Peace Out,

Fly On,

Chocolate,

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