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Summary: It is one thing to turn children to the Dark Side. It is another to wind up at Coldharbour, after committing this treacherous crime. For Mirina Kaelock, becoming Coldharbour's prisoner was not something she had in mind. Now with the hobbit Daur by her side, protecting her, it is up to them to leave Coldharbour, before another soul is taken. Alternate Universe. Part 1 of my Reincarnation Phase Fanfic Series, my Legacy Series, and my Long Series.

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Mirina looked out the ship's window. She and several other prisoners had been taken from their cells. They were heading for Coldharbour, where the Wailing Prison awaited them. Mirina did not know for how long she had been at Coldharbour.

Had it been days? Weeks? Months? Years?

Mirina's memory was very grim. All she could remember was that she had committed a treasonous crime. She wasn't alone in this task, for her companion, a hobbit named Daur, had accompanied her.

Daur was noble, but inside lied a dark heart, very much like her own. He had done a similar deed, and now they were paying the price.

"Don't move. Don't speak," Daur said, cautiously. "We're in elf territory. These are not the same elves from Middle-earth. They are different. I know this."

"What are we doing? Why don't we just leave?" Mirina asked, at which she was given a harsh expression from her hobbit companion.

Daur huffed, "Look, we need to pay the price! We both did something very wrong. We both need to pay, to restore ourselves, to redeem ourselves. We're not going down without a fight! But neither are we forsaking the punishment about to come upon us."

The hatch opened up, leading to a man wearing silver armor to walk down the stairs. He came in and out, taking prisoners with him off the ship and onto dry land. Mirina gulped. She wanted, more than anything, to leave this place and go home. But she also knew that if she accepted her punishment, then nothing bad could happen, right?

Mirina looked at the brown wooden beams, the wooden floors inside the crew quarters, and the stairs leading up to the deck. Barrels lay about in small groups, as did boxes and crates, which garnished the area.

Mirina gulped a second time. This was not where she wanted to be.

She turned to Daur, asking him, "Who are you? In a past life, were we married?"

Daur sneered. He didn't want to think about it. "Look, I'm not redeeming you just because we're married. We are married. It's a long story, but we won't get our identities back, until we make it through Coldharbour. So, don't worry about me. This was meant to happen."

Mirina looked at him as if all hope was lost. What did he mean? "I don't know what you're talking about. So, we're married and yet, we did something very bad. Do you blame me for it? What we both did? If you committed a severe crime as I did, then what have we to lose? Our lives."

Daur gulped, looking at her now with intense baby blue eyes, "Look, it's not that I committed the crime because I liked it. We were both influenced by dark forces. We're partially to blame for this. Turning children to the Dark Side is not something couples should do." He looked down at the floor, gulping, as he spoke up to her, "What Parker Dooley did was right. He sent us here. He's a good dragonoid, who appreciates both sides of the Force. Trust him. We'll make it out of this."

"Come on!" the soldier said, grabbing Mirina's chain and leading her towards the hatch.

Mirina turned to Daur, asking him, "We'll meet again! Right?"

Daur shook his head. "I don't know. Just survive! We'll make it home soon." He gestured with his hands for her to keep going, saying to her, "Go. Go now, Mirina! May we meet again in another life."

Mirina stared at him, distraught. She did know him. He was her husband, Frodo—

"Keep going," the soldier said, leading her up the steps and out of the crew quarters.

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It was night. Coldharbour looked its bleakest right here. The full moon showed brightly in the night sky.

Mirina didn't know what happened to her next. It was as if her soul was leaving her body, just as she was watching herself climb down the long stone steps to the bottom, where a large room awaited her.

Flags nestled along the walls. A stone table was set up, where an elf carried a dagger and a device, which appeared to collect souls. The elf, garbed in dark armor, stabbed a prisoner's heart, ejecting the prisoner's soul into the strange device.

Mirina was next. She was picked up, put on the table. She looked around, spotting a monk praying with his brown hood over his head, a soldier standing in the background, and the elf with the dagger, lifting his blade up in an effort to stab her.

She could hardly close her eyes.

Jab!

The force of the blow to her heart sent blue swirling light and a dragon's face, with black skin, roaring in triumph, across her vision. The dragon's face didn't last. Soon, she was pulled back to reality, dragged off the table without any sense of what was happening to her.

The last thing she remembered was walking down the prison to her cell. She was lifeless and afraid. She found her way to her cell… eventually. The door closed behind her. A campfire was lit across the room. It was the only act of kindness she received in this cell.

But to make matters worse: she was alone.

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