Akeara rode threw the cold morning. He felt hope, bravery and love as he felt the wind blow his hair away from his face, yet he was scared. His thoughts were giving him a massive headache. They were the same ones shaking inside of him over and over again. I can do it, but what if I can't? People are counting on me to save them, but some are just waiting for me to die. What do I do? The Dwarf village might be able to tell I'm not one of them. Hopefully they'll think I'm a beardless dwarf. Whatever. I just have to think positive. Akeara shook away all his thoughts as the sun blinded him. He covered his eyes with his arm, but was losing balance. Suddenly, his hand slipped away from the reins and he fell off his horse, who left him in that one spot, and onto a hard log. Akeara felt the wind get knocked out of him. His head hit the log pretty hard. That combined with his tiredness made him faint.

"Akeara," a voice echoed threw mind, "get up."

Akeara's eyes opened. He saw that he wasn't in the dark forest, but in a pasture of daisies, tulips and roses. He lifted his upper body and saw a a man in a wight robe with a wight beard looking at him. His face was lit up, so Akeara couldn't tell was the man looked like.

"Am I in Heaven?" Akeara asked himself.

"No, my Akeara," the man said laughing.

"Gandalf?" Akeara stood up.

"Yes," the man answered as the man's face turned into Gandalf's, "I'm here."

Akeara ran to his dear, dead friend. He hugged him and nearly knocked him over.

"I thought you were dead, Gandalf," Akeara said.

"I'm just in your dream," Gandalf said becoming a little sad, "but my soul lives on."

"Why are you here?" Akeara asked.

"I've come to kill you," Gandalf knelled down.

"Kill me?" Akeara stepped back once.

"The ring is mine," Gandalf said.

"What ring?" Akeara was confused, "I don't have one."

"You will," Ganndalf said grabbing Akeara's arms tightly.

"Gandalf," Akeara's said trying to shake his arms away from Gandalf's hands.

Akeara's arms were aching as Gandalf's fingers stabbed him.

"What are you doing?" Akeara asked as his arm became cold.

Suddenly, Akeara and Gandalf were no longer in a pasture of flowers, but a burn down forest. The trees were on fire and the rivers were lava.

"Bye bye," Gandalf whispered.

Gandalf threw Akeara into the lake of lava. Akeara screamed as he was thrown.

"No!" Akeara woke up.

He was breathing heavy. His body was cold, yet burning like the fire and lava did.

"Just a dream," Akeara rubbed his watery eyes.

Akeara looked around him. He was no longer in the dark forest were his horse abandoned him. He was now in a small tent for travelers who had to spend the night in the forest. He looked down and saw a wet cloth on his pants. It was folded a little. Was that on my chest? Akeara then noticed another thing missing from him. His shirt and boots. He also saw a blanket over half of his legs. He looked at his chest and saw a huge scratch that went from his stomach to almost his neck. That cloth must've been on the scratch, but who put it there? Akeara crawled on his knees to look outside. He saw a fire with a pot over it and three more tents surrounding it. Akeara didn't hear or see anyone. He was about to leave the tent until he heard a manly, low voice.

"Oyy, mate," the voice said, "why hasn't that hooligan come back yet?"

"I don't know, mate," said another voice, "hunting takes a lot of work for someone like that mate."

"Bet now our mates becoming a tasty snack for the bears and goats," another voice said.

Akeara then saw three men come out of the bushes. They all were clearly Dwarfs. Akeara decided to hide in the tents for a little longer. The three sat down at the fire where their meal was cooking.

"You know," one said, "that mate we found hopefully not going to mind that we took all his stuff."

"He won't need them wear he's going," another said.

"Why on earth would he bring from dusty, ol' book with him?" another man said holding Akeara's book that Gandalf gave him.

Akeara noticed the book. He breathed heavy, but not to loud enough that they could hear him. He had no idea what those dwarfs would do to the book.

"Eh," another said, "we should throw it in to fire."

Akeara couldn't stop himself from going now. He ran out of the tent and jumped on the dwarf who said to burn it. Akeara started off well, but as the fight went on, the dwarf started pinning Akeara to the ground. The dwarf then picked Akeara up by the neck and held him to a tree. Akeara could no longer touch the ground.

"Well, look who just woke up," the dwarf said, "Nice to see you're all rested up."

"Let me go," Akeara said kicking the air.

"Why would I let go a tasty piece of meat?" the dwarf grabbed an axe from his back and held it to Akeara's neck.

Akeara gasped. The blade was barely touching his neck. He knew he was doomed until a soft voice was heard.

"Bowe," the voice said.

Everyone looked at the bushes and saw a girl holding a giant, bloody axe and a dear. Her hair was a dark blond. Almost brown. She wore it in pigtails and ribbons. She wore a long tunic that went down to her knees and boots higher then Akeara's.

"What's happening here?" the girl said trowing the dear body on a long around the fire, "I thought I told you to keep him safe."

"He started it," the dwarf said dropping Akeara to the ground and walking away from him.

Akeara gasped for air and coughed. He was on sitting agents the tree and breathing heavy. The girl walked up to him. He looked at her and she was angry.

"I thought you would be turned into a tasty dwarf stake," the girl said to him, "get back in the tent and get some rest now."

"Not until you hive me back my book," Akeara said back, "And everything else you took."

"Fine," the girl walked away from him, "You may leave now."

"Thank you," Akeara said standing up.

"Give him his stuff back," she said.

"Yes, Hikaru," the dwarfs said going to their tents and grabbing the stuff.

"Wait," Akeara said to the girl, "your name is Hikaru?"

"Yes," Hikaru said, "Why?"

"Where do you live?" Akeara said.

"The dwarf village," she said, "Yes, I'm a dwarf. A beardless dwarf."

"It's you," he said.

"What am I?" she said.

"Come with, please," Akeara said.

"A little straight forward," she said, "don't you think?"

"No," Akeara said, "I mean, I need you to come with me."

"Why?" said asked.

"Do you know anyone named Gandalf?" Akeara asked.

"I do," she said, "He sent me a letter a week ago saying that someone will come and find you."

"Did it say his name?" Akeara asked.

"Akeara," she said.

"I'm Akreara," he said, "I need your help with-."

"finding the ring that could destroy us all," she interrupted, "He told me. So, why do you need this book?"

"He gave it to me," he said, "I'm a wizard."

"Alright," the girl threw the book to him, "I'll come with you, but only if you tell me where he is."

"He's dead," his heart sunk.

"How?" she asked him.

"Old age," he chuckled a little, "So, what about these mates of yours?"

"I've taught them everything they need to know," she giggled, "I may be their leader, but I'll give them a chance to prove themselves worthy of being leader."

"Here's your stuff," the dwarfs came back out and dropped all of Akeara's stuff near his feet.

"Thank you," Akeara said grabbing his shirt from the pile.

"You should keep your shirt off," Hikaru said.

Akeara blushed and looked at her with eyes wide.

"You know," Hikaru said, "with your scare."

"N-no," Akeara said, "I'm alright. It's a little cold."

"Boys," Hikaru said o the dwarfs, "I'm leaving you guys. Troy, you're the new leader. I'll spend one more night here, then I'm gone first thing in the morning."

"But why?" one dwarf said.

"This boy needs my help," she said, "I'll pack my stuff tonight, so I'll need help."

"Yes, ma'am," the dwarfs started to pack on of the tents up.

That night, Akeara was sleeping under the stars. He tried to stay awake because of that dream he had earlier.

"Out here alone?" Hikaru said.

"Yeah," Akeara said as Hikaru came and laid next to him.

"So," Hikaru said, "you know where to go next?"

"No," Akeara said, "I just need to find some more people in some villages."

"Light the elf village around here?" Hikaru said.

"There's a village near here?"

"Yeah. We should maybe start there."

"Good idea."

The two stayed silent for a while.

"You have the same cloak," Hikaru said.

"Huh?" Akeara asked.

"The same cloak as a worrier my father worked with a long time ago. He was a wizard too. Do you think our families have some history behind it?"

"Maybe. Do you have a cloak?"

"Yes. It's purple though. My father use to be a king, but then he died in the war wearing my cloak. I use to me princess, but my family banished me from my kingdom. I don't really miss them though."

"I'm sorry. My father died in the war too. He wore this cloak. My mother then had me and got married to someone else named Frodo."

"Like Frodo Baggens?"

"Nothing like him. Frodo Baggens was a kinda hobbit when my new father is a cold wizard. The reason I have this scare is because of him. I was only seven when he gave me that. He'd been pushing me to be the best I can be since I can remember. I'm glad I left him, but I still miss my mother."

"I'm sorry. Looks like our families are the same kinda. We both have sad past and we both have cloaks from our dead parents. What are the odds?"

"Yeah. You really trusting though. I could be lying to you."

"But you're not. Someone whose lying wouldn't bring that up. We should get to sleep now."

"Good idea."

The two slept there under the stars. In the morning, they were both up, packed and ready to leave. The two left the camp and the other three dwarfs. Akeara and Hikaru started their journey together.

Thanks for reading chapter two. Please look for the next one coming soon.

Bye!