I had always felt it. Someone was there, watching. Not necessarily waiting, just watching. I'd felt it for as long as I could remember, but I dismissed it as a childish flight of fancy, an invisible friend, as my parents did. It wasn't until I was thirteen that I got some proof of the Watcher's existence, and considering what I had to go through to get that small proof, I would have rather not known...





























Just a Prologue, Friends! FYI, there won't be LotR until chapter 3, but please just stick with it!!! It will get better, I promise!!!! I swear it will be better, just read! Thank you.

Let me restate my policy on flames in big, blocky letters so you can see them.
I DO NOT ACCEPT FLAMES. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T LOOK AT IT!