Disclaimer: I really hate doing these disclaimers, so just read the one on
the first page if you really must know what I don't own.
Author's Note: Sorry to those of you actually reading this that I haven't updated in so long. I was a bit stuck on how to continue with the story, but I think I have it figured out. Sorry if this chapter isn't all that good, I've got a case of writers' block, but the best cure is to write. Please review!
This chapter is dedicated to any of the forgotten LotR characters I forgot in the first, like Quickbeam, Goldberry, and the rest. Also for spastikLeggyluver, my only reviewer.
Chapter 2: A Break
Latea, being from a family of Greek peasants, had many chores to finish throughout the day. However, unlike some people would be, she was grateful for all the work, it helped her forget the dream.
Though the day went on as normal, something felt different, out of place somehow. It seemed to Latea that the day went far too quickly, a blur almost, speeding too hurriedly to dreaded night. She didn't think she could bear it again, after almost fourteen years of going through the torture of the awful vision, night after night, she didn't know how she could stand it again. Night after night, week after week, month after month, year after year! thought Latea to herself. When will it end?
Glorious day disappeared quick as lightning, and vile night soon appeared. Though she dreaded sleep, it was unavoidable, and soon Latea sunk into a deep, almost comatose like sleep.
Instead of darkness, a cold, thick fog embraced Latea. "This is different. My dream always has clear and dark skies," said Latea, to no one in particular besides herself. Latea tried to see through the fog for the usual lake, but saw nothing but a golden, shining light.
"This is most definitely not your normal dream, young Latea," said a deep, female voice, coming from the light.
"Who are you?" asked a surprised Latea. "What are you doing in my dream? And how do you know my name?"
"I am Minerva. I am here to tell you something important," replied the voice. Latea cringed at having spoken so rudely to the powerful goddess.
"Beg pardon, but what do you have to tell me?"
"Latea, you must complete a difficult task. You must take back your parents' kingdom from the evil Nautheus and his captive."
"My parents' kingdom? Again I must beg pardon, but my parents are peasants! And who are Nautheus and his captive?"
"Oh, Latea," Minerva's voice took on a tone of sympathy, "you have not been told? You do not know?"
Author's Note: In many of the myths I have read, the ancient gods and goddesses were represented by a shining bright light to mortals. I know that this was a really short chapter, but it was written mostly to help me overcome my writer's block, so I'll update soon. Also, if you want to figure out who Latea's parents are, then review!!!!
Author's Note: Sorry to those of you actually reading this that I haven't updated in so long. I was a bit stuck on how to continue with the story, but I think I have it figured out. Sorry if this chapter isn't all that good, I've got a case of writers' block, but the best cure is to write. Please review!
This chapter is dedicated to any of the forgotten LotR characters I forgot in the first, like Quickbeam, Goldberry, and the rest. Also for spastikLeggyluver, my only reviewer.
Chapter 2: A Break
Latea, being from a family of Greek peasants, had many chores to finish throughout the day. However, unlike some people would be, she was grateful for all the work, it helped her forget the dream.
Though the day went on as normal, something felt different, out of place somehow. It seemed to Latea that the day went far too quickly, a blur almost, speeding too hurriedly to dreaded night. She didn't think she could bear it again, after almost fourteen years of going through the torture of the awful vision, night after night, she didn't know how she could stand it again. Night after night, week after week, month after month, year after year! thought Latea to herself. When will it end?
Glorious day disappeared quick as lightning, and vile night soon appeared. Though she dreaded sleep, it was unavoidable, and soon Latea sunk into a deep, almost comatose like sleep.
Instead of darkness, a cold, thick fog embraced Latea. "This is different. My dream always has clear and dark skies," said Latea, to no one in particular besides herself. Latea tried to see through the fog for the usual lake, but saw nothing but a golden, shining light.
"This is most definitely not your normal dream, young Latea," said a deep, female voice, coming from the light.
"Who are you?" asked a surprised Latea. "What are you doing in my dream? And how do you know my name?"
"I am Minerva. I am here to tell you something important," replied the voice. Latea cringed at having spoken so rudely to the powerful goddess.
"Beg pardon, but what do you have to tell me?"
"Latea, you must complete a difficult task. You must take back your parents' kingdom from the evil Nautheus and his captive."
"My parents' kingdom? Again I must beg pardon, but my parents are peasants! And who are Nautheus and his captive?"
"Oh, Latea," Minerva's voice took on a tone of sympathy, "you have not been told? You do not know?"
Author's Note: In many of the myths I have read, the ancient gods and goddesses were represented by a shining bright light to mortals. I know that this was a really short chapter, but it was written mostly to help me overcome my writer's block, so I'll update soon. Also, if you want to figure out who Latea's parents are, then review!!!!