Reign Cristian Stevens, age 27..Has a lot to redeem for..
A little over 2 years ago, Reign had the perfect American life, husband, young son and her church..Over night things changed for her..Reign takes to street life...Dies..brought back, stays in...
"It's time." Come, it is time." A female voice softly says as it invaded my dreamless sleep...I know that voice , or at least I should.
I opened my eyes...now it hurts to open my eyes fully...kept blinking till I could see clearly.
Found myself laying on a grey marble slate, size of a small twin bed. Now my head hurt, I raised my hand to rub my temple, only to stop and notice I had no blood on my hand..I thought there was blood before..or was it a dream..or am I dreaming now??
Nope..I'm not dreaming..I can feel the pounding of my headache.
"Reign, it is time." Again the female voice caught my attention.
Stood up, feet flat on the ground..My legs felt like jell-o..I waited for the feeling to go before taking a step. Turned back to find my black leather duster lying on the marble slate..As I picked it up and put it on, I noticed there was a world outside this single bedded gazebo.
Blue skies as far as the eye could see, strangely shaped snow covered mountains..unlike the ones we have in California.
I slowly walked over to the floor to ceiling windows to look out fully..Only to almost find out the hard way that there were no glass in the windows..Almost fell out only to catch myself from going over the edge..Below me were clouds surrounding the gazebo I was in.
Where is my prince, so I can let my hair down to have him rescue me?
"Come." Her voice called out once more as I looked back at her.
Beautiful woman, long white/blonde hair, long white flowing gown and barefooted. Darning a simple golden crown that fell over her pointed shape ears..Sea green eyes, those eyes..I know I've seen her eyes before, but where?
"You know my name?" But I don't know yours." I said as I dug into the deep pockets of my duster for my only pack of cigarettes and lit one before dropping my father's zippo lighter back down in my pocket, hitting my Ipod that had my odd choice of 80's music.
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"Galadriel." She says with a soft angel like voice.
"Are you an Angel?" Have I died?" I asked before taking in a deep draw of my cigarette.
"Angel..no." And no you are not dead, but you are not in your realm of the living anymore Reign." You are where we call Middle Earth." Galadriel said as she watched me finish my cigarette.
"I've heard of possibilities of other realms." But how is it, that I am here?" I asked as she turned and headed toward an arched doorway.
"Follow me Reign." She said without answering my question..I followed down steep winding stairs. My boots clicked loudly on the marble stairs, felt like we were going down forever.
Becoming agitated with the being before me..But I'm game till she tells me what this is all about.
At the bottom of the stairs, a single doorway stood before the two of us as she moved aside and outstretched her arm toward the room on the other side.
