Chapter One
Sitting on a dark blue couch, covered a in brown throw blanket and reading Return of the King sat a young woman.
This young women wasn't anything special, she had a job at a hole-in-the-wall bookstore and stayed up till ungodly hours.
She ate whatever she could get her hands on and never refused free food.
She loved art and music.
Theatre always filled her with a certain wonder and awe.
She hated warm weather and sunshine and loved rain and snow.
She lived in Liverpool, England and attended the University of Liverpool.
Her name is Adara Mestil, and she isn't like most girls.
Our story starts on December 20th, 2014 at 3:07 AM, Adara is peacefully reading Return of the King for about the hundredth time.
Her deep blue eyes were framed by glasses that were perched daintily on her nose. Despite the comfortable setting, she dressed in full public attire, complete with shoes. She wasn't planning on going any where though, at least not consciously.
Adara marked her place in the book and looked around the room.
Her flat was modest, a one bedroom with a small sitting room/kitchenette. She had books and clothes strewn every which way and a small stack of dishes that desperately needed cleaning, if the smell was anything to go by.
Looking around she got a sense of unease and a peculiar scent assaulted her nostrils, ozone.
Furrowing her eyebrows, she stood up, letting the blanket and book fall to the couch behind her, she walked up to the small window. She was on the ninth and top floor of her complex so she had a pretty good vantage point of the street below.
The sky was dark with heavy rain clouds and not a star nor moon in sight. Rain was pounding heavily on the roof and droplets were running down her window.
A flash of lightening made Adara jump and the following thunder clap made her take a step back.
Rain storms, of any sort, usually soothed her but tonight, there was something..off about it. 'What is wrong with you? It's just a little lightening, you're 23, grow up!'
Shaking her head at her own foolishness she started to walk back to the couch.
Picking up her book she started the sit back down when a soft voice had her jumping up again.
The voice was a women's and it was speaking in a language she did not know but vaguely recognized.
The smell of ozone started getting sharper and her books started opening as though a wind was picking up in her flat. Adara looked around in alarm and let her book fall limply from her grasp.
The voice was getting louder and the wind was getting sharper and a dull ache was settling in the back of head and her eyes started to water.
Adara absent-mindedly noticed that the thunderstorm had stopped before she was caught up in the forces of the wind and chanting.
Authors Note:
Okay, so I have done a lot of revision since my first draft of this story and I apologize for any confusion towards that. This story is harder to write than I imagined but I like a good challenge. If any of you have any ideas, tips, things you might want to see in the future I would love to hear them. Any review is a good review to me and flames help me learn so criticism is ALWAYS welcome. As is encouragement ;). Please keep reading and I hope you enjoy!