"Look out!" I shout as I push a blurred figure out of the way, taking the shot for them. The figure is so blurred, I can't see any details, not a face, not even the hair color. Darkness takes over my vision as everything goes dark, the blurred figure is the last thing I see.
——————————————————————————————
My eyes flutter open slowly, shutting for a moment to help my eyes adjust to the bright, white surroundings. Sitting up, I'm in a white room, surrounded by a circle of crystal clear pedestals. As I look around, I notice each pedestal has a different floating object above them.
"Welcome." A voice, soft but regal, says behind me. I whip around to be greeted by nothing there. My eyes look around cautiously, trying to figure out where the voice came from.
"Who said that!" I call out. "Why am I here?"
"You were brought here because you are capable of great things. You have been chosen." My eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Chosen. For what?"
"You are lost."
"Well, I don't know where I am, so yes, I'm lost." I say with a 'duh' tone.
The woman's voice just chuckles softly.
"Your just like your father." The voice mutters quietly but I still hear it snapping my head up in shock.
"My father?" I question, not knowing how this mysterious voice knows my father when I don't remember anything.
"Stand in the center of the circle." The voice commands, their tone still gentle.
"But...I.." I try to speak but nothing comes out after the mention of my father.
"Stand in the center." The voice says again, a little more stern. I take a deep breath before following the directions.
Taking the chance to look closer at each of the pedestals, I take a minute to look at each object above them.
A blue glowing cube, with blue mist around it
A necklace with a fancy M on it
A red hourglass
A large golden glove with different colored stones
A smaller red glove with the same colored stones
Three scales eggs, One black as night, one a darker red, and one a royal blue.
As I stand in the middle, I start to feel a strong pulling, almost longing feeling in my chest. Pulling me towards the last pedestal to my left.
A set of long knives with dark blue stones on the handle and a beautiful bow and arrows behind them.
I move towards the weapons, drawn to them, reaching my hand out to touch the pedestal. Flashes of images appear in my head so I take my hand off of it, breathing heavily.
"What the hell was that?" I say trying to steady my breath.
"Each of the pedestals lead to a different world. It is your job to help them."
"So no pressure." I say with a shrug.
"All you have to do is touch the item to enter the world."
"And do what?" I ask with questions spinning in my mind.
"Help them."
"Great, real specific." I say throwing my hands up. I grab the egg and gasp as everything around me disappears.
——————————————————————————————
YOU ARE READING
From Westeros to Middle Earth
FantasyRhaenyra Lannister, Daughter of Tywin Lannister and a Targaryen no one will talk about. Younger sister of Cercei, Jamie, and Tyrion. No one will speak of her Targaryen side but will stare at her silver hair and Icy blue eyes, that is until she glare...
