A/N Hi! So, here we are with chapter three. Like it or hate it, I don't care, just please do not say offensive things. (I mean, who would?) Responding to reviews:

Yurika the Wordsmith: Yes, the second chapter was kind of an introduction to this character.

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And I don't think I've been doing disclaimers, have I? (GASP!) I'LL GET RIGHT ON THAT.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in HTTYD or LOTR. The only thing I own is my character.

Chapter Three

I groaned as I woke, my head pounding. No. Wait. That was the door.

"Molly, get up!" my mom called. I sat up, holding my head in my hands. How did I get here, again?

My heart squeezed as I remembered. My flight through Mirkwood, the lucid dreams, leaving my other body curled up in a tangle of bracken. I would leave it there.

Burn it, I thought. Please burn it...

"I'm up!" I called, my voice cracking. I climbed out of the top bunk and looked at my sister on the bottom. I needed to clear my head.

"I'm showering," I called to my mom. "Okay," she said, and I heard her footsteps moving away down the hall.

I randomly grabbed some clothes from my dresser and started the other way down the hall.

In the bathroom, I locked the door, pulled out a towel, and started taking off my pajamas. I looked at myself in the mirror.

This body was eleven years old, but looked older. I looked fourteen. Pale, flabby, eyes that could only be described as "mud."

My hair was nice, at least. My face was heart-shaped, but beyond that, unremarkable. How could anyone love this? I thought despairingly.

Under the water it was better, though. I closed my eyes and let all emotion run down the drain with the soap suds. When I was done, I stepped out and began putting my clothes on.

I found a crude copy of the necklace he had given me in the jacket pocket and almost cried.

No, I thought. You can't let it show. They will think you are crazy. I had spent twenty five years in Middle-Earth, at least by their time. But here? Less than a year. I took a deep breath. Time to face the world..

Time passed. I went into seventh grade. We moved. I tried telling people about what I had gone through, but the only two I tried to tell acted like I was crazy, so I dropped it.

In late spring, I met...him. Or I thought I did. In truth, he was an delusion, brought on by grief. We got...very close.

Then came the morning when I woke, and realized what I'd done.

What he was.

A black-hearted seducer.

Many a night after that I would lie awake and plot how I would tear out Jack Frost's heart and feed it to a pig.

Soon the love of that thought consumed my heart, and one evening I was sitting and wishing he was real so I could rip him to shreds, and blackness consumed my vision...

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What? Who are you? Who am I? Why are you talking to me? I opened my eyes to see a man staring at me. He repeated what he had just said.

"Molly, go put your bike away."

I got to my feet, turning my eyes about, taking in every detail. I walked outside.

So my name was Molly? I didn't like it.

I didn't like a lot of things, now that I thought about it.

I felt Wicked, and it felt good,

Really good.

I smiled as I put the bike away. I was going to have some fun.

I giggled. I could tell from the person who had lived in this body that her name was Molly, but she changed it to Morgause when she left this world for a place called...Middle-Earth. She had a different body in this other world.

I reached out to it.

No, it was dead.

I climbed the porch steps. I needed a name. Syrena, I decided. I'm gonna be as beautiful and (I smirked) dangerous as a syren.