A/N: Thank you to the one person who has sent the review! I really appreciate it! Here's the second chapter, I'm going to try to get the next one up tomorrow but I might have too much homework. I know that the last one was kinda short, and I tried to make this one longer. Read, review, and enjoy!
Chapter 2: Discovery
No impact. No shattered skull. Just the continued pain in her back. Kathara opened her eyes, not that it did any good. All she could see was blackness. She looked "down",
and saw the rest of her body being shoved through by clawed hands she could not feel. She tried to get back up to the "puddle", but to her horror it closed up before she could get out, leaving her in total weightless darkness.
Or was the darkness so complete? Kathara could see a pinpoint of light in the distance, like a beacon of hope. She started to try to swim towards it through the air, when she realized she was already floating towards it...or it might have been coming towards her, she couldn't really tell without reference points.
Why waste energy she might need later? Kathara let herself drift, and tried to check just how bad those wounds in her back were. As if on cue, the forgotten pain returned, but as a dull, persistant throb instead of the sharp, tearing pain there had been before. Kathara reached over her shoulder to feel the wounds...or tried to. A hiss of pain escaped her tightly clenched teeth as the skin and muscle of her back stretched with the movement. Kathara decided to try a less painful way. She twisted her arm behind her back - elbow down this time - and touched her shirt. It was sticky with drying blood, but nothing new seemed to be leaking out. Well, that was a good sign. At least she wouldn't die of blood loss.
Kathara had no way to check how deep the wounds were, with them so hard to reach, but they didn't feel as large as they had seemed at first. So it shouldn't be too bad...After all, in the Middle Ages warriors had dealt with worse wounds and survived. She would be fine.
Kathara had no clue how much time had passed since she had been through the puddle, or whatever it had been. She realized that she still had that piece of glass she had found in her hand. She took a look at it. No use. It was practically invisible in this lack of light. She turned toward the light source, and realized almost too late that it was now a huge ball racing towards her! She had only enough time to stick the piece of glass in her pocket and close her eyes, bracing for the impact.
THUMP!!! Kathara hit the object. Only, it felt more like grass-covered ground than a huge ball. She opened her eyes. It WAS grass that she was lying on top of. Even more unusual, it only felt like she had fallen about three feet, not who-knows-how-wide distances. She sat up and checked for broken bones, sprained ankles, and anything else major. Only a few bruises. Even the holes in her back were gone!
Abruptly, Kathara realized she wasn't wearing the jeans-and-t-shirt outfit that she had been wearing earlier. She was wearing an ankle-length, dark green dress of a fairly plain style, and had no shoes. Where was the piece of glass, then? Obviously this dress didn't have any pockets. She panicked. All of a sudden it seemed imperative that she know where that bit of glass was. She felt in the grass all around her, and soon found it. As she picked the glass up, pieces of it fell away, crumbling into a fine powder. When it ended, what was left in her hand was a small, tear-shaped stone that seemed to absorb the light around it. Kathara shivered and stopped looking at it. She had to keep it, that much was obvious, and she had no where to put it just yet, so it would have to stay in her hand.
Kathara looked around the meadow for the first time. She was stunned by the tall, silvery trees and the golden, bell shaped flowers. She was reminded of the times when she was younger, and she and Liana would play games in the woods behind her house, herself pretending to be an elf named Kenturiel, and her best friend pretending to be Arwen. But why did these woods remind her of those times? The trees back home had looked nothing like this! They had mostly been pines and douglas firs.
Kathara rubbed her head in confusion, and realized that her hair was in a braid instead of a pony tail, and she had pointed ears! She felt her ears again to make sure. Yes, they were indeed pointed. Things seemed to fall into place. Pointed ears, green dress, no shoes. This meant that she was now an elf. Gruesome humanoid monsters throwing her thrusting her into this place. That indicated orcs. And the silver trees - Mallorns, if her guess was right - and the golden bell-shaped flowers indicated Lothlorien. This all seemed to mean she was in Middle earth.
At this point in time, Kathara was too shocked to doubt her conclusions, although she was sure she would later. Right now, the first order of business was to find some civilization, because even Tolkien's elves couldn't live without food. She took note of the sun's position, and headed in a direction that could have been either north or south, depending on the time of day. It felt like it was afternoon, so it should be north, she reasoned. Which was the most likely direction towards help, if she remembered the books correctly.
Approximately an hour later, Kathara was starting to tire. In an ordinary girl's life in a small town, basically back home, there wasn't much in the way of distance walking. She was starting to appreciate just how difficult Frodo's journey must have been. She stopped for a minute, and that's when she heard the noise of someone or something crashing through the forest. Kathara hid behind the wide bole of one of the nearby trees, and peeked around it to watch.
It was a group of orcs. How many, she didn't know, because they were obviously tracking her, and she took off running before all of them had come into sight. Kathara ran as hard as she could, randomly dodging trees and leaping over fallen logs. Suddenly, she heard galloping hooves in front of her. She dodged to the side - And smacked her head hard against a tree limb in the way.
Holding her ringing head, Kathara managed to stumble on a few more feet before she fell into the swirling darkness of unconciousness, the dark stone of glass still clutched tightly in her fist.
A/N: Again, please review!
Chapter 2: Discovery
No impact. No shattered skull. Just the continued pain in her back. Kathara opened her eyes, not that it did any good. All she could see was blackness. She looked "down",
and saw the rest of her body being shoved through by clawed hands she could not feel. She tried to get back up to the "puddle", but to her horror it closed up before she could get out, leaving her in total weightless darkness.
Or was the darkness so complete? Kathara could see a pinpoint of light in the distance, like a beacon of hope. She started to try to swim towards it through the air, when she realized she was already floating towards it...or it might have been coming towards her, she couldn't really tell without reference points.
Why waste energy she might need later? Kathara let herself drift, and tried to check just how bad those wounds in her back were. As if on cue, the forgotten pain returned, but as a dull, persistant throb instead of the sharp, tearing pain there had been before. Kathara reached over her shoulder to feel the wounds...or tried to. A hiss of pain escaped her tightly clenched teeth as the skin and muscle of her back stretched with the movement. Kathara decided to try a less painful way. She twisted her arm behind her back - elbow down this time - and touched her shirt. It was sticky with drying blood, but nothing new seemed to be leaking out. Well, that was a good sign. At least she wouldn't die of blood loss.
Kathara had no way to check how deep the wounds were, with them so hard to reach, but they didn't feel as large as they had seemed at first. So it shouldn't be too bad...After all, in the Middle Ages warriors had dealt with worse wounds and survived. She would be fine.
Kathara had no clue how much time had passed since she had been through the puddle, or whatever it had been. She realized that she still had that piece of glass she had found in her hand. She took a look at it. No use. It was practically invisible in this lack of light. She turned toward the light source, and realized almost too late that it was now a huge ball racing towards her! She had only enough time to stick the piece of glass in her pocket and close her eyes, bracing for the impact.
THUMP!!! Kathara hit the object. Only, it felt more like grass-covered ground than a huge ball. She opened her eyes. It WAS grass that she was lying on top of. Even more unusual, it only felt like she had fallen about three feet, not who-knows-how-wide distances. She sat up and checked for broken bones, sprained ankles, and anything else major. Only a few bruises. Even the holes in her back were gone!
Abruptly, Kathara realized she wasn't wearing the jeans-and-t-shirt outfit that she had been wearing earlier. She was wearing an ankle-length, dark green dress of a fairly plain style, and had no shoes. Where was the piece of glass, then? Obviously this dress didn't have any pockets. She panicked. All of a sudden it seemed imperative that she know where that bit of glass was. She felt in the grass all around her, and soon found it. As she picked the glass up, pieces of it fell away, crumbling into a fine powder. When it ended, what was left in her hand was a small, tear-shaped stone that seemed to absorb the light around it. Kathara shivered and stopped looking at it. She had to keep it, that much was obvious, and she had no where to put it just yet, so it would have to stay in her hand.
Kathara looked around the meadow for the first time. She was stunned by the tall, silvery trees and the golden, bell shaped flowers. She was reminded of the times when she was younger, and she and Liana would play games in the woods behind her house, herself pretending to be an elf named Kenturiel, and her best friend pretending to be Arwen. But why did these woods remind her of those times? The trees back home had looked nothing like this! They had mostly been pines and douglas firs.
Kathara rubbed her head in confusion, and realized that her hair was in a braid instead of a pony tail, and she had pointed ears! She felt her ears again to make sure. Yes, they were indeed pointed. Things seemed to fall into place. Pointed ears, green dress, no shoes. This meant that she was now an elf. Gruesome humanoid monsters throwing her thrusting her into this place. That indicated orcs. And the silver trees - Mallorns, if her guess was right - and the golden bell-shaped flowers indicated Lothlorien. This all seemed to mean she was in Middle earth.
At this point in time, Kathara was too shocked to doubt her conclusions, although she was sure she would later. Right now, the first order of business was to find some civilization, because even Tolkien's elves couldn't live without food. She took note of the sun's position, and headed in a direction that could have been either north or south, depending on the time of day. It felt like it was afternoon, so it should be north, she reasoned. Which was the most likely direction towards help, if she remembered the books correctly.
Approximately an hour later, Kathara was starting to tire. In an ordinary girl's life in a small town, basically back home, there wasn't much in the way of distance walking. She was starting to appreciate just how difficult Frodo's journey must have been. She stopped for a minute, and that's when she heard the noise of someone or something crashing through the forest. Kathara hid behind the wide bole of one of the nearby trees, and peeked around it to watch.
It was a group of orcs. How many, she didn't know, because they were obviously tracking her, and she took off running before all of them had come into sight. Kathara ran as hard as she could, randomly dodging trees and leaping over fallen logs. Suddenly, she heard galloping hooves in front of her. She dodged to the side - And smacked her head hard against a tree limb in the way.
Holding her ringing head, Kathara managed to stumble on a few more feet before she fell into the swirling darkness of unconciousness, the dark stone of glass still clutched tightly in her fist.
A/N: Again, please review!