The familiar characters and some background information,are,of course, Tolkien.The new are my own creation,a continuation of that story.I take no credit for Tolkien's body of work.
The Kings Test
At first it was a simple demonstration of basic comma...
You are pulled from the wreckage, Of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort here.-Sarah McLachlan __________________________________
Gabriella Part 1
Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.-Charles R. Swindoll
I felt myself being pulled up, or maybe sucked in,like a vacuum would pick up a speck of dirt,instantly opening my eyes, seeing myself -leave my own body.
I caught only a glimpse of myself,lying there,splayed out,a puddle of blood slowly expanding around my head.Unmoving.
Don't!Don't panic!
Then I was-elsewhere. Inside something strange.
Inside what???Some sort of translucent-tunnel?
I was,at first ,rising,while spinning,unable to move,or speak.Surrounded by this spectacular light show,every spectrum of color,running in vertical lines, constantly changing.
Through that I saw my city,but it was- disappearing.
I had no control ,only able to go where, whatever this was, took me.
Stay calm. Assess the situation. There's a solution to everything. You just have to find it.
Memories,like a play by play, began.My heart raced,but I refused to panic.
First was,I can only assume,my parents.
What is this?I don't remember this? Do I?
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First, a blurry image of them,leaving me at that church.
They held me so tight,tears streaming down their faces, kissing my cheeks,together.
My mother said something.
What did she say?Tell me what she said!
I tried to hold on to the memory just a little longer,but it vanished.
What the hell is this?Am I dying?Did that bastard kill me?
I spun more,still rising,hair now whipping around my face.
Another memory,my first foster family.
Great.Just flipping WONDERFUL!
The hippies.They thought I had a learning disability,because I wouldn't speak.
I remember feeling... alone. Lost.
I remembered not being able to understand a word they said,like the we're speaking a foreign language.
Couldn't smile,not anymore.
All those animals.The strange food.
Being left alone for a month while they went to some... love-in.
