The Halflings

Chapter 1

    The night my sister Arwen vanished is when it all changed. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a noise outside. I peered out the window to see her with a man. He wasn't an ordinary man he appeared to be very handsome, maybe too handsome. "Yes, too handsome" I said to myself as I peeked through my silver lace curtains at the couple and inspected the man.

      My sister was beautiful without a doubt. Some would even call her gorgeous; with her long reddish brown hair, her bright green eyes, her heart-shaped face, her small tapered nose with a little hook at the end that lead to lush lips and a strong yet feminine jawline, then finally to her tall taught and trimmed frame. We were twins but I always thought she had the looks and the charisma and that I had the brains and the brawn. I wasn't ugly by any means but my looks could never shine a light on her. My sister and I both shared the bright green eyes and the cute little nose that we inherited from our mother but our similarities ended there. I was way below the average height of a woman my age at 5'0", I had blond hair with some streaks of pink in it that I did as an act of whimsy, small but plush lips, an oval shaped face, and large breasts on my small tight frame. No, I definitely wasn't ugly.

        But this man definitely was something else entirely. He had dark brown hair with bright blue eyes, eyes so bright that they seemed to glow in the moonlight; an average sized yet masculine nose, big full lips that lead to a chin and jawline that could cut glass. Under further inspection I could tell he was tall with a muscular frame from the shoulders of a middle linebacker, to his rippling muscles under his tight shirt, and lastly to his long strong legs and tight butt. Then I say to myself "Definitely too handsome." As they were walking away with one strong arm wrapped around my sister's waist I could have sworn I saw tiny horns poking out through his hair. I closed my eyes and shook my head and when I opened them I caught one last glimpse of my sister with this man who seemed to have tiny horns.

      That is when the dreams began. I was always a different person each time I dreamt but the dreams were always the same just at different time periods. Sometimes I'm a noble princess who's extremely pale and appears to have fangs, sometimes I'm an Egyptian slave girl who seems to have sharp teeth, glowing eyes, and cat like reflexes, and then sometimes I'm a lounge singer who that seemed to morph into something else entirely.

      I always fought along side people who seemed to be like me and appeared to be my allies. It seemed like we were always in battle with something evil. Something so dark that just thinking about it would stop even some of the strongest warriors in their tracks. The most wicked of our enemies looked just like the man that my sister left with the night she vanished. I awoke with a start the first night with the name "Zellion" on my lips.