I only own my own OCs. This is inspired by my friend dragonlady98's story, Lost Ones, so if you like this, check out hers, and see if you can spot me!

~Alex's POV~

Never, in all my years as an actress, had I faced any situation like this. I'd fought with a baboon over the last long-john doughnut behind the scenes filming "The Jungle Book XXII," tackled a man hairier than a lion to get my favorite book, but this was a new one. But, then again, I'd only been an actress for three years. I said, "Um... let's just say that we're in Middle Earth. Would this be the Middle Earth that we did a school play about, saw the movies of, and read when we were in high school?" Leira still looked dazed, but she said, "That'd be it. And... there was something in the cave that was a bit weird. Claw marks in the stone." Zack cut in, "Uh, whether or not we're in Middle Earth, if there's something that can scar stone, I believe the logical option would be a tactical retreat." I adjusted my jean jacket; it was still cool from our swim, and now we'd have to go back in, and walk the five miles back. How long had we been gone? Half hour? Hour? Whatever the time, I knew Mom wouldn't be happy.

Once we entered the cave, I had no qualms about going back in, not after seeing that... whatever it was through the crack, a quick swim was no problemo. But as I lowered myself into the diving position, Leira jumped and exclaimed, "Stop! After what we saw over there, how to we know that the other side is still there?" She turned to Zack, and asked, "Can you dive in and check? You have the best eyes." Zack stammered, "Um, but... my... Ow!" Summer had stomped on his foot, and she rolled her eyes and impatiently said, "Ugh, I'll check it out." Before Leira could protest, she shed her clear, blue shawl and dove in. A few minutes passed, and Leira growled, "Alright. I've had enough. I'm going in." Suddenly, Summer rocketed out of the water, and landed on her back ten feet back. Leira raced to her, and I stared, open-mouthed, at the rippling water. It looked almost like the water was being shaken... "Um, guys..." Leira hissed at me, "Alex, shut up and get over here! You were the swimming director! CPR!"

I ran over and began pushing repeatedly on her chest. She suddenly coughed, water spraying, and she breathlessly said, "Run." She breathed heavily for a moment, then scrambled to her feet and ran for the crevice in the cave, yelling, "Run for it!" Didn't need to tell me twice. I was right behind her, and I heard one other behind me, and a... was that a roar? I shot a glance over my shoulder; oh God. A slimy green thing the size of a Harley, and looked like a mix between a dog and an eel. A dogish face, with tendrils snaking from its nose, a transparent dorsal fin, and a long fish tail still in the water. And the worst part; Zack was under one of its curled paws. He was frozen in terror, wide eyes staring up at the creature's salivating maw. I skidded to a stop just outside the cave, and saw Summer leaning against the caveside, catching her breath, when I hissed, "It's got Zack!" She immediately looked up and said, "Um, do you think if it's too busy eating him, the others can get by?" I gave her my best glare, and she muttered, "Hey, just an idea."

But then I noticed a change. Summer wasn't in her clothes anymore. And neither was I. She wore a pitch black cloak over a silver halter top and short, silver, pleated skirt, and the same sandals. Her gold blonde hair was pinned back in a curled bun with a silver... was that a knife? More knives, an entire set, lined her brown leather belt, long and curved with short handles. A silver quiver of black arrows hung at her side, and an intricate silver bow rested on her back. Silver armbands decorated her arms. And I was looking just as crazy. A forest green cloak and matching dress barely scratched the ground, a pole about as long as my forearm on a black leather belt, and my hair was now long and curly, making a curtain down my back. What the hell? I snapped back into what was happening when I heard a scream. I turned and saw Zack whaling on the fish-dog's nose with a stone, Leira trying to get the horror struck Gabe to move. Summer saw, and noticed the change in wardrobe, and commented, "Well, dream or not, someone knows I'm not dressing like you. Now, let's see if these knives work."

She grabbed four, balancing them between her fingers, and threw. They didn't hit the creature. One scraped Zack, but the rest impaled themselves in the ceiling. "Damn it." She grabbed a single one and it suddenly expanded into a long, curved sword. She roared, "Best dream ever!" And stabbed the beast in the chest. It gave a sound like a dying moose, bagpipes, and a revving engine, releasing Zack. I grabbed the pole on my waist, and it expanded, too; into a double-bladed battle axe, the pole now being the perfectly gripped handle. Summer was right; craziest, but best dream ever. And ran forward and threw my axe, hitting the thing's tail. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Leira was outside with Gabe, so I grabbed Zack by the collar and dragged him off. Summer throwing knives at it, but she must've been getting tired.

I called, "Come on, Summer! Time to ditch!" I'd gotten out the door with Zack when I was tackled from behind, then rolled off. I looked up just quick enough to see the rocks above the entrance collaspe, trapping us out here. Summer said, "Thanks for breaking my fall." I grumbled, "Your welcome." She stood, helped me up and said, "Bad news; we're not getting out. Guys... this is the real deal. No buts about it."