As the sun rose that morning, men gathered together, to march on Erebor, some bringing their young sons. Bard led the march with Kyla at his side for she wished not to be left behind. It was a long and tiring march but finally they set up a camp next to the tents of King Thranduil, who had surprising beat them there. A small workshop was set up nearby where the blacksmith worked, making tools and if needed, weapons. Kyla walked into the tent and saw Fergus sharpening something over by the corner. She walked over to him but he didn't notice her. She placed her hands over his eyes and he dropped the thing in his hands. She picked it from the floor and disappointment spread in her tone. "A sword? What fight do they expect?" Fergus took the sword and placed it on the work bench. He picked up a tool and studied it "I do not know, do we even know what to brace ourselves for? What if there is no treasure? I don't even know what I'm doing; how I am I meant to repair this even though I don't know what it is?" Kyla took the tool from his hands "It is a chisel or maybe it was." She gave the chisel back to him but he dropped it on the floor. He cursed and kicked it away. Kyla studied his face "What bothers you?" He looked down at the floor and then took her hand and led her away from the camp. They were stood somewhere they both did not recognise. Kyla looked up and clouds were painted across the sky. She looked around and saw trees in full sprout. After a long silence, Fergus said "She was here" Kyla looked at him "Who was here?" He turned away from her and looked far off. His voice was like a blanket of snow on a winter's day. "Emilia."
He told Kyla his dream "I was laid on the ground. I stood up and looked around and she was there." He pointed into a clearing. They ran over there and he continued. "She wore white and her face seemed fair and at peace. She touched my check and her hands were as cold as ice. I asked her "Is this real or I am I dreaming?" She took my hand and said "There is a faint line between dream and reality, what you are seeing is neither, what you see is what you need to know." She disappeared but an image formed in my sight and I saw a battle, death everywhere, horrors beyond comprehension. "A cold blast of air encircled them as he spoke." Though she did not talk her voice rang inside my head, she said to me "This is your time. The battle is upon us. Go, and do what you must, but remember-"Fergus choked back on his words. "What did she say?" Kyla asked him. He turned and faced her. His eyes were red and puffy. "She said" Whatever your choices are do not trust Kyla, for she will be the end of you." Then she kissed my head and I woke up." Kyla was too stunned to speak. The person who she had felt so close to was telling Fergus not to trust her. She couldn't understand it. "Fergus, you know I would never betray you." She said to him. He ran up to her and held her close in his arms and whispered to her "I know. I want to know what she means by you will be my end. I just want to trust her too, I want this all to end and go back to the way we were. Away from danger and grief, happy once again." She tried to move from his grip but she couldn't. She knew what would inevitably happen and she knew that eventually she would lose what mattered to her but she could have told him everything there and then. She explain who she was and how to stop what was soon the happen. But she didn't. She let Fergus hold her in his arms and her mind strayed off in time.
That evening, Bard and Thranduil rode up to the mountain with Kyla and Legolas in tow. The horses King Thranduil brought with him were the most beautiful thing Kyla had ever seen, pure white stallions but under the sun they looked as if they made of precious gems. They stood at the old entrance to the Mountain and together they scoped for an entrance for the old way in was broken and rocks covered it. Suddenly a figure appeared above the old entrance and stones hurtled down. A voice boomed down "Who dares enter my domain?" it asked. "Those come for their share of the gold." Bard answered. The voice above shook the ground with his laugh "What makes you think you deserve our treasure?" Thranduil rode up to the entrance "Show yourself." He commanded. Out of the shadows, Thorin Oakenshield smiled down at them "My Company and I survived if that is what you wonder. Now I say, why do you think you deserve our treasure?" Without thinking, Kyla spoke up "You awoke the Dragon and it laid waste to our town. It destroyed our home and now we shall forever wander. We deserve compensation!" She quickly clasped her hands over her mouth, as if that voice was not hers. Bewilderment spread over Thorin's face. "Do not look for your reward here. But we should thank you for your help." "Do not be rash, Thorin." Mithrandir was stood behind them "Take counsel with us." He asked. "No! I will not surrender to lesser people." With that he left the balcony he stood upon and more stones fell down. One fell down upon Kyla's head and the world turned black.
Kyla woke up in a room of gold. The ceiling was as high as the sky but she was surrounded by riches of immeasurable worth. Gold coins were stacked high and statues of silver and bronze surrounded her. She reached out to touch these wonders but behold! Her arms were like glass for she could see right through them. Kyla walked through the cavern, examining all she found but she could not touch them, her hands would disappear into the object and reappear when she pulled away. She walked on for what it seemed like years but she finally came to the balcony where Thorin stood. Kyla gasped at the sight that was set before her, Below her were the encampments made by the Men and Elves and surrounding them , vast lands that stretched for miles , as though it never ends, surrounded in trees. Clouds were painted across the sky and the sun was setting off in the west and it made the sky look orange and pink with splashes of red. It was as autumn was forming above her. Kyla heard breathing behind her and she whipped round and raised her bow but what shocked her was not that the dwarf she saw walked to the balcony and looked out to the sunset, it was that he did not acknowledge her; he simply sat in a corner and scribbled into a large book. He had orange hair and beard and seemed too young to adventure from home. She tried to snatch to the book to get his attention but her hands fell through. She then looked at what he was doing; he was a scribe and recording their adventure down. She could only make out "The Elven King had locked us away…" Kyla was fascinated as to why these dwarves were imprisoned by King Thranduil and what crime they had committed but then a shout came from inside and the dwarf in front of her sat upright. He closed the book and ran towards the voice and Kyla followed. Her image seemed to shimmer as she moved but worry crossed her mind in case she could be seen. The dwarf she was following sped up and blended into the crowd a few steps in front of her. "About time Ori!" the voice bellowed at him; Kyla recognised it right away, Thorin Oakenshield. O how her blood boiled at his tone, to her, he was smug and greedy and her town deserved a share of these riches to help rebuild what was left of the townspeople's lives. Thorin stood on a box so the others could see him "We shall not surrender our wealth to those who only want it for themselves, do not be deceived by what ploy they tell you, it will be false." Kyla wanted to shout the mountain down at his incompetence but she knew it would do her no help. But then a hand was raised and the crowd parted and for once she saw the creatures face clearly. He had brown curly hair on his head and wore bright and beautiful colours on his clothes. She then looked for his shoes but he wore none and like his head, his feet were cover in thick brown hairs and what skin she could see looked as hard as leather. He walked up to Thorin, who towered above him, but Bilbo showed no fear and he asked Thorin something that had not crossed Kyla's mind "If they thought that Smaug had killed us and come to claim the gold, What if others from far and wide want their share? What if they still want the treasure when they find out we lived? What if they KILL us for it? "Thorin's face was hard as he tried to process the words but in a clear tone he addressed Bilbo" Only the ones that wait on our doors know we live but nonetheless even if others want what riches lie in these halls , then I tell them; Come if you want but we will defend our blood-right unto our last breath!" The crowd roared and cheered; only Bilbo scurried away into the blackness of the shadows that clung to the walls. But for a second, she swore he looked her straight in the eye and mouthed a word to her: Run.
Little Kyla knew about navigating around this mass structure but she knew how to get where she wanted or as it felt, where see needed to be. She found herself walking down and down until she reached the place where the mountain met the Earth. It was dark but a single light lit the centre of what was once a great hall, full of song and laughter but now silent. As Kyla walked towards the light it grew, bigger and more beautiful, until she was she stood so close the heat burned her face and the fire was so big and bright, the whole hall could be seen. She lifted up her hand to touch the fire but it abruptly died and the room was consumed in total darkness, although to Kyla it did not seem this as see could see clearly. In the place of the fire was a bowl of water. Kyla scooped up some water in her hands and it swirled around until it resembled a small blue orb. The orb began to glow until it was shining like the moon and it floated out from Kyla's hands and flied up to the ceiling where it burst into droplets of light, dancing in the air around Kyla. She ran and leapt and the droplets followed and copied her movements and for a second she thought of her gift as something beautiful, not a curse. Every now and again, droplet would touch her skin and make her image sparkle like a wave of water. She was lost in in her own world until steps echoed in the hall and as the steps got closer and louder, the light drained from the droplets and they crashed to the ground. Kyla was frozen in fright as the light began to disappear and as the last light went out, and she could not, this time, see in the dark, the steps stopped and she could feel the feet touching her feet. She could feel their breath on her face and it made the hairs of neck stand on end. Then the feet circled her and set themselves behind her, with the tips of their toes touching her heels. Kyla felt her hair being swept aside and the voice chilled her to the bone and it said "Time to remember." She knew the voice but before she could call his name she felt hands over her eyes and as if she was made of air, she began to drift away.