Hi! I decided to give this story a bit of a re-vamp and alter it drastically later on. I won't take it down, but for each chapter that I change, I'll upload it over it as I go. Most changes are going to be alterations in some of the wording. Later on you'll see the major change, which is for the best. I hope you like the changes and I'll try to update more often since I found my Muse again!
Disclaimer: I, in no way-shape-form, own any part of the Lord of the Ring dynasty. It all belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. I am merely writing this as a form of entertainment. I am making no money off of this, nor do I want to. Thank you.
With a groan of pain, Nicole opened her eyes and realized that she was no longer in her own home. She had been awakened by the fact that her two flannel blankets had not been covering her and a slight chill and crept over her. When Nicole had subconsciously reached down for her blankets, she had found nothing but dew-covered grass. Her blue-green eyes had snapped open and Nicole felt the first wave of pain that went through her, from her head all the way to her sock covered feet.
It was dark, Nicole realized, with light just starting to penetrate the surrounding trees. She was lying on a bed of moss located right next to a large tree, whose top most branches disappeared into the gloom above. A gasp escaped Nicole's lips as it dawned on her that she was in a forest unlike the ones near her home, these trees being far too soft and beautiful.
Nicole sat up and another, fiercer, wave of pain crashed through her, pulling another groan. Nicole slumped back down and threw a hand over her eyes. She lay there for some time before the soft forest breeze picked up once again, making Nicole decided that she would have to find a warmer place to stay until she could find a better shirt that her white tank top.
Gritting her teeth, Nicole pushed herself up...again...this time more slowly than before. Luckily for her, the wave of pain was less severe than the last and she was able to remain in an upright position. Nicole raised her right hand and brushed it through her hair...only to come in contact with a warm sticky substance. Pulling her hand, Nicole stared in shock at the blood that was now coating her fingertips...though barely more than a drop or two.
Feeling her scalp again, Nicole found that there was a small cut, a scrap really, just above her temple and it was slowly oozing blood. Looking behind her, Nicole spotted the small rock, hidden amongst the moss like a concealed assassin, which must have cut her because it had a jagged looking edge to it and it was spotted with drying blood. In a sudden flair of anger, that would have made any berserker ancestors proud, Nicole wrenched the rock from its mossy cradle and flung it further into the forest.
With a soft thud, Nicole was satisfied that she had rid herself of that dangerous piece of forestry. Looking around some more to try and gather where she was, Nicole saw that the forest surrounding her was healthy, green, and cool. There was no humidity in the air, which told Nicole straight out that this was not a forest from home since it was the humid part of the year in the South. This forest was also far more beautiful; with lots of moss and very few weeds growing around...there also was not a carpet of dead leaves covering the ground. In a way, it reminded Nicole of the forest where the Last Unicorn lived before she went in search of the rest of her kind.
'Maybe that's what I have to do,' Nicole mused to herself, 'Maybe I have to leave this place, though it feels safe here...if cold, and try to find someone.' Which, of course, was the logical thing to do, but Nicole was not known for suggesting or doing the logical thing...
Bracing herself for another wave of pain, Nicole began to push herself up from her soft cushion of moss. The wave of pain came, now barely an ache, and Nicole no longer groaned when she felt it.
Once standing, Nicole brushed of her tank top and her blue, dragon covered pajama bottoms. She also touched her scra – cut, again, and found that the bleeding had stopped and had formed an annoying flaky state.
"Well," Nicole muttered under her breath, "I'm off to see the Wizard." Little did Nicole know was that she would be meeting a Wizard.