Prologue Part 2
Maya's POV

You know, the people in mosh pits aren't very nice. Or very intelligent. A prime example? Some dumbass wanker chucked a beer bottle at my sister's head! Naturally, I punched the guy smack in the nose, hopefully shoving fragments of bone into his brain and killing his sorry ass. Because stupid ass fuckers like that deserve to die, dammit!

I bet you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about aren't you? So I'll explain, hold your horses dammit!

So my sister -Ari- and I finally saved some cash and got to go to an Evanescence concert. Damn fucking awesome! And of course I dressed accordingly: tight black leather pants and a matching black corset sort of shirt, that looked seriously fucking goth. Which is the way I like things. To top it off, I had fishnet armlets like Ari's. It's our sig thing I suppose, because we just rock like that.

Except for our style of clothes, Ari and I don't really look anything alike. She's shorter and has a more athletic build, but that's because she does a fuckload of sports. Don't mess with her, she'll kick your ass. Actually, so will I. But I only do track, softball, and karate. I tried learning to figure skate, but I always ended up going splat or getting frustrated at my twirly sister. So I'd just flip her off and start speed skating, which is MY thing! She can look all skate-ful and shit, but try and out-skate me and you will lose.

ANYWAY! She's shorter and has more of an athletic build, while I'm tall, fucking skinnier than a popsicle and yet I have the curves of a whore. DAMN IT! I hate having a figure. Makes me look like a fucking prostitute. But then again, I could turn that to my advantage….Mwuahaha.

But once again, I must return to my sibling-ly resemblance to my sis. She's naturally tan, has curly blonde hair, and just looks altogether Californian. Me, you can't tell I'm from the west coast. Not really. I'm the whitest white chick ever naturally, but recently decided to get my ass in gear, so now my skin is beige. I have long, straight black hair and I love it. I don't have to do anything to it at all! Haha. I beat you all! Ari and I are pretty much opposite when it comes to description, except for our eyes. We have almond-shaped eyes and they're beautiful blue-gray. Our eyes are easily our best feature. Well except for me, because my lips are awesome too. My aunt calls me 'Rosebud Lips' and I proudly wear that title.

So I guess that's why the dumbass at the concert threw the beer bottle, because he didn't think Ari and I were sisters and he didn't anticipate such a violent response from me. Big mistake. The even bigger mistake was when I didn't fight back as Mutant Giant Dude swung at me. Hey! I was drunk, so don't down me!

Anyway, some tall-ass dude punches me out. And so I expected to wake up in some sort of room for drunkies that they have when people pass out in concerts. I even expected to like...have some police officer standing over me and reading my rights, arresting me for prostitution. Well whatever. That didn't happen at all.

Guess what? I woke up in some forest probably 100 miles from where I had been when I got knocked out, and heard Ari calling me by my full name. "Maya Katrine Lee!" Came her high, distinctive voice. I wanted to murder her for that! But then my anger dissipated as I felt searing, throbbing pain in my ankle.

"Bloody fucking mother!" I gasped, as she tripped over me, adding to the already considerable pain I had from my ankle. Damn, I must have fallen on it when I passed out. Stupid fucking coordination! Or lack thereof.

Where the hell were we? Ari asked me as much, and considering I was trying to still figure that out myself I didn't give her a very comprehensive answer. Oh well. Our sisterly, still-hungover banter continued until some blonde freak and rugged-looking dude came into view. They looked kinda familiar...and damn hot! Okay, the pointy-eared dude more so than the ruggedly handsome guy.

Wait just one flarking minute. Pointy ears? What the…

Oh hell. The dude was an elf.

Oh double hell. He was not just any elf; he was LEGOLAS GREENLEAF.

Triple fucking hell. The dudes were Legolas and Aragorn, and we must've landed in Middle Earth.

As I ran over this revelation in my head, I watched Ari get the third degree from 'Princey' and 'King-o' as I so fondly thought of them. Okay, fondly isn't really an accurate statement. I winced as a particularly sharp throb of pain echoed through my ankle. Damn stupid coordination, not letting me just fall on my back.

So Legolas and Aragorn march into the clearing and look down at Ari. They start giving her the third degree, and she responded rather sassily. Go her! I wasn't in the mood to take shit from Princey and King-o at that moment, no matter how hot Legolas was and how ruggedly handsome Aragorn was.

And suddenly, Ari was there beside me. "Dude, we like got whacked into Tolkien-land!"

Oh, very fucking funny.