Chapter 2 S-
Sarah woke up in a strange bed. She looked into a nearby mirror and all the confusion came back to her. She was an elf in a strange land with memories of another. She looked at her hand. A massive burn mark ran down it. She winced as she tried to move it and pick up objects around the room.
Arwen came in and laid a gown out for her. "How are you feeling?" she asked
"The same. My hand hurts so much. Where am I?" they were the only words she could manage. Her throat was sore as if she had been yelling and her voice came out raspy. Arwen looked disappointed. "You are in middle-earth. Please remember Nefarátoiel."
"What did you just call me?" Sarah asked turning around.
"Your name." Arwen replied, confused
"Name? My name is Sarah." She turned and looked into the mirror again. Her hair was wild and messy from sleeping and her nightgown was crumpled.
"Get changed Nefar." Arwen said affectionately and walked out of the room.
Sarah changed into the dress that Arwen had brought into the room.
"If only I could remember why I'm here. What am I doing?" she muttered to the mirror as she brushed her hair.
She closed her eyes and an image appeared to her.
The elvan lady walked around the circle. The spell must work, I must escape and find help, she thought to herself. Arwen was beside her. "Be careful." She spoke.
"I must bring another here, Arwen. They must help us."
"What can they do?" she asked
"More than us. They may defeat it!"
"What is 'it' for I have heard nothing about it before now."
"I will tell you when I return. Now I must find the chosen."
Arwen rose and walked out of the room leaving the elf to be by herself.
Sarah gasped and fell to the floor. The image or memory had drained her of her energy. She struggled to her bed and collapsed into a sleep.
When she awoke, Elrond was gazing down on her.
Arwen's father, Elrond half-elven, healer and lord of Rivendell.
The realisation came from her elvish side
At least I know where I am now, Rivendell, she thought to herself as she sat up. Her hand was bandaged and Elrond removed the bandage carefully. The burn was gone and only a thin white scar remained. Arwen stood in the background and watched quietly. When her father left she spoke.
"You must get well soon Nefar. You must bring the chosen."
A voice stirred inside Sarah. It was deeper than her own but it spoke now.
"I have brought the chosen one here. She is inside of me but she is confused and her spirit is fighting to take over me."
Arwen widened her eyes. "This 'Sarah' is the chosen? I thought she was meant to come here in Body not only in spirit."
'We will have to do another spell before that can be achieved." The voice came from Sarah.
Arwen nodded. "As soon as possible." She took Sarah/Nefar's hand and pulled her towards the chamber.
Arwen left and Nefar prepared to cast the spell. The words were muttered softly but an impact almost crushed her body and sent her spiralling towards an unknown dimension. She gazed around her nervously. The world she had arrived in seemed less safe and more dirty that that of middle-earth. She saw a strange machine pull up and a girl of her likeness step out of it. The girl noticed her and came towards her. The pain in her chest told Nefar that this was the chosen. She held up her arm, as did the other girl and they were joined as one…
Sarah/Nefar blinked again and gasped. Her forehead was covered in sweat.
"We must do this now." Nefar's voice rang out. Arwen nodded and started setting up, consulting strange leather bound book from time to time. In a short while, everything was ready. The two bodies sat inside a circle of candles and chanted.
The energy and mists swirled around them. Pain surged through Nefar's body and caused her to collapse. Before Arwen's eyes a new body was being formed. Mist surrounded her and then all of a sudden the spell stopped.
Nefar awoke and Arwen simply gazed. A third girl had joined them in the circle. An exact human copy of Nefar.
The copy blinked. "I'm me again." It whispered.
"Arwen, this is Sarah, the chosen. The one who shared my body and memories for the past few days." Nefar spoke calmly.
Sarah widened her eyes as she remembered. "I shared your body? It felt so weird. Like I was in a dream…"
Nefar and Arwen helped her up. 'Now I am me again, we can explain everything to you."
"I'm dying to hear it." Sighed Sarah.
Sarah woke up in a strange bed. She looked into a nearby mirror and all the confusion came back to her. She was an elf in a strange land with memories of another. She looked at her hand. A massive burn mark ran down it. She winced as she tried to move it and pick up objects around the room.
Arwen came in and laid a gown out for her. "How are you feeling?" she asked
"The same. My hand hurts so much. Where am I?" they were the only words she could manage. Her throat was sore as if she had been yelling and her voice came out raspy. Arwen looked disappointed. "You are in middle-earth. Please remember Nefarátoiel."
"What did you just call me?" Sarah asked turning around.
"Your name." Arwen replied, confused
"Name? My name is Sarah." She turned and looked into the mirror again. Her hair was wild and messy from sleeping and her nightgown was crumpled.
"Get changed Nefar." Arwen said affectionately and walked out of the room.
Sarah changed into the dress that Arwen had brought into the room.
"If only I could remember why I'm here. What am I doing?" she muttered to the mirror as she brushed her hair.
She closed her eyes and an image appeared to her.
The elvan lady walked around the circle. The spell must work, I must escape and find help, she thought to herself. Arwen was beside her. "Be careful." She spoke.
"I must bring another here, Arwen. They must help us."
"What can they do?" she asked
"More than us. They may defeat it!"
"What is 'it' for I have heard nothing about it before now."
"I will tell you when I return. Now I must find the chosen."
Arwen rose and walked out of the room leaving the elf to be by herself.
Sarah gasped and fell to the floor. The image or memory had drained her of her energy. She struggled to her bed and collapsed into a sleep.
When she awoke, Elrond was gazing down on her.
Arwen's father, Elrond half-elven, healer and lord of Rivendell.
The realisation came from her elvish side
At least I know where I am now, Rivendell, she thought to herself as she sat up. Her hand was bandaged and Elrond removed the bandage carefully. The burn was gone and only a thin white scar remained. Arwen stood in the background and watched quietly. When her father left she spoke.
"You must get well soon Nefar. You must bring the chosen."
A voice stirred inside Sarah. It was deeper than her own but it spoke now.
"I have brought the chosen one here. She is inside of me but she is confused and her spirit is fighting to take over me."
Arwen widened her eyes. "This 'Sarah' is the chosen? I thought she was meant to come here in Body not only in spirit."
'We will have to do another spell before that can be achieved." The voice came from Sarah.
Arwen nodded. "As soon as possible." She took Sarah/Nefar's hand and pulled her towards the chamber.
Arwen left and Nefar prepared to cast the spell. The words were muttered softly but an impact almost crushed her body and sent her spiralling towards an unknown dimension. She gazed around her nervously. The world she had arrived in seemed less safe and more dirty that that of middle-earth. She saw a strange machine pull up and a girl of her likeness step out of it. The girl noticed her and came towards her. The pain in her chest told Nefar that this was the chosen. She held up her arm, as did the other girl and they were joined as one…
Sarah/Nefar blinked again and gasped. Her forehead was covered in sweat.
"We must do this now." Nefar's voice rang out. Arwen nodded and started setting up, consulting strange leather bound book from time to time. In a short while, everything was ready. The two bodies sat inside a circle of candles and chanted.
The energy and mists swirled around them. Pain surged through Nefar's body and caused her to collapse. Before Arwen's eyes a new body was being formed. Mist surrounded her and then all of a sudden the spell stopped.
Nefar awoke and Arwen simply gazed. A third girl had joined them in the circle. An exact human copy of Nefar.
The copy blinked. "I'm me again." It whispered.
"Arwen, this is Sarah, the chosen. The one who shared my body and memories for the past few days." Nefar spoke calmly.
Sarah widened her eyes as she remembered. "I shared your body? It felt so weird. Like I was in a dream…"
Nefar and Arwen helped her up. 'Now I am me again, we can explain everything to you."
"I'm dying to hear it." Sighed Sarah.