My name's Brandon Skyheart.. So you think being a 16 year old teen is easy? Think again. I'm just like any other ordinary teenager shooting hoops and skateboarding around. That's just part of my life.
I never asked to be a descendant of some Middle Age King who's name is Aragorn. Yes, he's more like my great-great-great-great-great-great- Alright, you get the point. Though I get to inherit his awesome powers, I'm always at danger at all times. Well, what can I say? That's the life of a Skyheart. But thank God I'm not the only descendant. There're kids like me too. Good thing for me I'm not the only one. My ancestor and his brothers were blessed with immortality and powers from the Lord Elf of Tirith. It was not only a blessing, but also a gift to help avenge the fall of Tirith from the orcs. Centuries ago, my ancestor and his brothers lead the army of Osgilath to aid the elf city of Tirith from the attack of the orcs, who were trying to steal some ancient elf book known as The Book of Libreal, which has the power to wipe out the whole world, if it falls into wrong hands. But my ancestor's effort was fruitless. Which means no more every Sunday Baskin Robbins treat for me anymore until the world is saved.
So here's my quest. I've been sent back in time by my ancestor's brother, Arathore (the ruler of the city Osgilath), who is the eldest among the seven brother, to travel back in time to find the Light Of Osgilath (a stranger who saved Osgilath centuries ago from the armies of Minas) and bring him to the future to help protect Osgilath from the attack again; since he isn't immortal, the only logical thing to do is to bring him from the past and to the future to aid us again. Yes, I know this would mean changing history, but you wouldn't want to go against a guy like Arathore. Making the big guy mad is big bad thing to do.
Anyway, I have this journal I'll write everyday as I embark on my quests. And please, for the last time, it's a journal not a diary!
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.