Chapter 1- clearly some of this stuff may in fact be edited out, due to possible changes in the plot, some graphic scenes, and due to something having ratings changes. This is my first fan fiction and big piece of writing, so please bear with me in this. Keep in mind that I run my spell checker, but I do have a reading disability and some things that the spell checker does not catch, I surely will not be able to either.

I twisted in my bed, clearly disoriented. Even the breeze from the sea was not enough to quench the heat that swept through my home. I admit, it is quite bigger than someone like me would need. A house this large should have been given to somebody with a family, it was truly not meant for one who was alone. Tol Eressëa, the lonely isle, despite its name, was not meant for one to be alone on. Of course, I was not the only elf there, but I was different, there was something about me that everyone shied away from. Something they considered... strange. One needs company here, one to anchor you to sanity. In the day the loneliness is tolerable, but at night, it screams. The very wind howls, and screams sorrow into the very depths of your soul. My mother had died some years ago; she had simply lost the will to live. Unfortunately, I've lost track of just how long it had been; too many seasons had gone by; not even the Elder-most man on earth could count those seasons. So here I was. Alone. Turning, frantically, I felt the tug at my mind, closing my eyes briskly, I saw him again. His beautiful face staring me in the eyes, Long black hair gleaming down his back in a shower of raven and star-blue. His glittering gray eyes a comfort that I had not felt for so long. I yearned to be released from the loneliness I had been entrapped in for a millennia. I felt the compassion in his eyes, the warmth, and the sweet sound of his voice. "Tulya an nillo nya melme. Come to me my love." For an instant, I felt his hand nearly touch my skin. And as suddenly as the vision had came, it had left again. I sat up in my bed instantly searching for the figure, but to no avail, he was gone. I shuddered, as the wind howled again, feeling that breeze was even hot and lifted myself from the bed. Again, the isle was not going to let me sleep; I would have no rest tonight. But my mind again turned to thoughts of the raven-haired man in my dreams, another elf. The thought of his voice made me smile, and then I realized what he had asked. My love? I sighed, and I finally got some rest as I watched the beautiful dawn, and fell asleep.

That night I dreamed, but what I dreamed I couldn't completely remember, for even I was amazed at the beauty of it. As I awoke I realized what the dreams were telling me, I had to leave Tol Eressëa. I had to go to the one who called for me, who called me to his arms. It was time to end the loneliness, forever. I rose from the bed, and looked out of my window, and watched the sunlight glimmer off the deep blue waters. I would miss them, I would miss the smell and sounds of the sea, even the howling, soul piercing wail of the waves. Nevertheless, it was time, and I set to packing.

I can't say that anyone was saddened by me leaving, in fact they were quite glad, I'm sure of it. After I had packed a few of my things, only what I would need, I set out. I only had a few dresses, food, supplies, and my sword. After all, I could always send for the rest of my things after all this were settled. As I walked to the port several murmurs came to my ears, and everyone avoided the path of my bright lilac-violet eyes. How could they not? They all knew what was behind those eyes: a girl with the power to see the past, the present, and the future, not to mention into the souls of all. The Visions I received haunted me, it's why the wind wails to me, and me alone. Only I can feel the sea's pain, the sorrow of abandonment. It is what set me apart from the rest of the elves. To them, I was flawed. As I stepped onto the ship, I closed my eyes, and that was when the sea began to speak to me. I gasped and tried to clutch at me head, but to no avail. As I slowly turned around I could feel the eyes everywhere on me, and I saw a perfect whiteness in front of me, and I felt despair. Heat seared through me as I saw the most hideous creature in my face, and the sea whispered to me, warning me of all the things to come. I saw the face of the precious visitor of my dreams, and blood. Blood. It was everywhere; I could see it, smell it, even taste it. I could feel it trailing down my skin, and then I felt a horrible [pain slice through my back and a laugh. And just as quickly and as unexpectedly as it had come, the vision had left. I opened my eyes and saw the wooden planks just before my eyes, and I realized that I had fallen. Standing slowly, and walking off with every ounce of dignity that I still had residing in me, I walked towards my quarters. As I closed the door behind me, I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted and frightened. I was thankful, but afraid, that the sea would show me such things, and it haunted me. As I heard a song, the slow lull of the waves, singing to me, and rocking me to sleep. I was grateful then, and the sea for once was kind to me, it cared for me, as it knew that I finally heeded what it was telling me for years. I was leaving, and I knew to get to my love, would not be easy. But none of it mattered now, for now I would rest, and soon, I drifted off into blackness.

I awoke to a muffled far off yelling, and after a moment of not remembering where I was, I knew instantly what was going on. I slowly pulled out a bronze velvet cloak and left my quarters. Walking onto the deck, there were a few men. They stared at me, and fear wove itself into my gut. I had never seen a man at that point, or a drunken one at that. I stepped back as one of them came closer and an odd grin slowly slithered across his face. I tried to pull my face away from him, and felt my eyes narrow and begin to glow. What I saw I dare not say, except that this man had clearly no intentions of showing kindness to an elven maiden on her first time away from home. I daresay he knew that I was not comfortable on the ship, and clearly he didn't care, he had one thing in mind for me, and one thing only. That's when I felt the hard strike across my face, and I touched my tongue to my lip and tasted blood. As he reached to grab me and pull the back of my dress open, a power that I had never known I had surged inside of me. I reached around and clasped his wrists in between my palms, and held my hands straight. He fought to loosen my grip and I merely twisted my hand and his wrist snapped like a twig. I gasped at that and in surprise that I could so such a thing, and I was afraid not only of the men, but also of myself. The other men looked on at me and gazed surprisingly and then their faces contorted into ugly lines of race, and they came at me. I quickly stood up, I daresay I don't even think they saw me move. My hand slammed into the temple of the second man as I turned around and hooked my foot around a third mans ankle and pulled. Down he went, with a thud to the deck, and as I fought they slowly despaired and gave up. My eyes still glowing I felt the seas happiness, and felt the power I never knew I had, but like waves, I could feel the tide of it all lowering itself. So I went back to my quarters and locked the door. I stared at my own two hands in contemplation, wondering why I had not seen it in myself before. I quivered with fear, and I felt the seas warm approval, and its joy that I had not been hurt. I sat there, taking the feeling and the comfort given. Nobody else could ever understand how it feels if they are not gifted. To a normal being they look and see everything, and most of the time, take what's there for granted. Not me. I have what is called the "dromondae." I can see into everything, feel everything, feel the creation of everything that has been or will be. My senses soar to a point where I am almost always dizzy. I can see things that are unexplainable, and I can see and feel what people think and feel. Some of the things I feel grate at me. Kindness is a quality that a living being possesses, and its known that elves are supposed to have a kindness and understanding, but all I knew from the others was malice. I would later know that elves are wonderful, and understanding, but on Tol Eressëa, whom have been separated from the world for many ages, have forgotten all of the different things of the world. They had grown to know fear of what is different, and I was the complete opposite of them. To them, that was enough to fear me, to avoid me, to push me away from them. I had accepted that. But now I know things are different, and the awful bigotry and fear of Tol Eressëa seems unreal to me now. But I had grown up with it then; it had been all I had ever known.

As I reemerged from my reverie, I thought in silence, of what was to come. Would the other peoples of the world reject me too? They must, I am not normal, and then the sight of my black and star- blue haired love came to me again. For once I thought things might be different. Mayhap I can be accepted, and for the first time in days, I let myself smile.