Traveler In Time: Miklos' Story
-by Miklos Selkirk

Chapter I � The School
The hobbit was in the room with a lute in his hand, playing a sweet and calming music.
�I�m very interested in your story, young boy�, he said to the boy who just arrived the stronghold.
�I�ll tell what happened to me, it might take a while, it was so much and I�m still a bit confused," said the boy while taking a sit close to the hobbit.
�I have time� said the hobbit while getting his pipe and some pipewood.

I remember that day on the school, the teacher asked us to read our texts about nowadays values. I began to read mine, I didn�t recall doing it, it was just there, in my notebook.
�Be brave in battle, show no fear while fighting an enemy, always say the true��
�The way of the guardian?� The kid was interrupted by the hobbit.
�Yes�
�I already know it, you can go on��
My teacher asked me if wrote that because of the terrorist attacks, I said I wrote that because I think we have the right, and the duty, to defend our lands. He liked my text and gave me a good grade, so it was no big deal to have a good grade for something you didn�t even recall writing.
�Terrorist attacks?� Asked the hobbit
�Yes, my, hum� realm? It was attacked by people.�
�Oh, I see, please go on��
He asked me to sit down so she could ask someone else to stand up and read the text, I couldn�t sit down, I had the feeling suddenly, of opening everything I could, I looked to the closet at the classroom, and opened it.
�Michael, can you sit down, what are you doing, the class isn�t over yet!�
�I�m sorry� I said, and went to my table, everyone was looking to me, no one understood, I didn�t either.


Chapter II � The Window

I went back home, as always our maid, Andrea, was waiting for me. She was the only person at that house that cared about me, and looked after me. Long white hairs, an old face, that was she, the maid who took care of me and also of my mother, I loved her so much.
My father was too busy with his work, always at the phone, no time for me� and my mother, I liked her, but well, she was so emotive, always feeling hurt because my father didn�t have time for her, crying at the corner of the house� I had lunch and that feeling came again, I wanted to open everything! Andrea asked me why I was doing that, I said that I was looking for something I had lost, she offered her services to help me to find it, but I had to refuse hence I didn�t know what I was looking for.
Night came and I went to sleep, before sleeping I was thinking about school, about how people looked at me, you know, I didn�t have any real, I mean a real friend there, I knew some people, but it was just the good day how are you doing I�m not really interested but just asking?
I woke up during the night, it was cold, my window was open and the wind was brining some rain in the room. I closed the window and went back to my bed. Oh.. I need to open something! Please! The box over the drawer next to my bed! Nothing?! Damnit! I must find it�
It was driving me crazy already, then Andrea, the old maid, came into my room.
�The window, Mik, open it�� �Why? Will I find what I�ve been searching for?�
�Yes, take this with you� She gave me the gun my father used to keep in his office.
�Why? Is it dangerous? I�m afraid!�
�Don�t be afraid my child, you was born in the wrong time and in the wrong world, everything will be fine after you open the window��
I hugged her, there was a tear in my face, somehow I knew it was a farewell, and she was the only person I cared about, like a mother to me.
She gave me a backpack, and said farewell.
I opened the window, the wind was strong, rain touched me, it was cold, I looked down, saw the red roses in the garden, just below my window, and I don�t know what happened at that point, I think I felt, and maybe I died, and somehow I woke up somewhere else�


Chapter III � The Shadows

I woke up in a forest, the strong wind and the rain where the same. It was really scaring, the trees were dark, like they were looking to me. I opened my backpack. The gun, a box full of bullets, some cookies, a pepsi 600 mL bottle, clothes, some random stuff, it was dark I couldn�t see everything.
Then I heard some noise all around me, I couldn�t believe in my eyes, first I woke up in a forest all of nothing, was it a dream? And now dark shadows, human form, but shadows, four of them, coming to me!
I felt on the floor, my legs got weak due the fear, I went near a tree and cried for help. And then they came�
A man in brown clothes, long black hairs and a black beard, green eyes, holding a sword made of pure fire in his hand, and a lit torch on the other hand. He hit one of the shadows with the sword, and one second after his first move the torch hit the same shadow. It burned in pain and shoot a cry of agony. I think there was three shadows remaining, two came to the man that just destroyed one, he blocked the punch of one of them with his sword of fire and dodge the kick of the other shadow. Then he swigged both arms at the same time, killing the shadow with the sword, and the shadow hit by the torch tried to flee, why it was running he hit it with the torch, and I think it died, or at least despaired.
The last shadow took advantage, because the man was looking to the other side, since he had to hit the running shadow with the torch. I was afraid but I didn�t close my eyes, I saw it, many tentacles appeared and involved the warrior, he couldn�t move, I thought he was going to die, and my turn would come soon.
An arrow of fire came from a dark spot close to the battle, it hit the shadow right in the place that was supposed to be it�s head, and it despaired. The person who shoot the arrow came from the shadows, and elf? I had listened about elves before, but they didn�t really exist. But it was an elf, with purple hair, he trusted his agility a lot, since his chest was naked and he didn�t use any kind of armor, just a bow in his hand.
�Thank you Purple� said the man.
�Not for that, Strider, are you hurt?� said the elf.
�A little bit�
�Let me help you my friend, I shall heal your wounds� Said another man, a really old man, with a large gray cloak, gray beard, and a wooden staff in his hand�
He spoke some words with his hands directed to the wounded warrior, and his wounds just closed, he was fully recovered!
The tree fighters looked to me, I was still scared, my heart was beating so fast, like I was going to throw it up.
�Is it him?� Asked the elf.
�I believe so.� Said the old voice of the old man.
The man in brown clothes started to walk in my direction, followed by his companions.