Middle Earth (Dark Shadows)
Chapter One: On the Horizon
Meldiriel sat at the end of a long dock. The seagulls cawed in the sunset and the waves crashed gently on the beach. "It's coming." He said to himself. An old fishermen who had been tieing his boat to the dock overheard the statement. He leaned over, "What's coming?"
The young mage chewed on a bit of straw as his jaw rested in his open palm. "The end of the world as we know it." With that he stood up and walked away with his thumbs in his pockets. His steps creaked on the old wood boards. "Strange kid." The man said as he tied the last knot in his rope.
An hour later Meldiriel sat at a table at one of the local taverns. "Have you got anything for me?" He asked a man with a goatee and teased brown hair.
"Nothing much. Sorry kid. Just not much of the stuff around these parts lately. You might have some better luck up near Bronesstead. I've heard rumor of some militia taxing passerby's on one of the roads. Could be why the stuff hasn't made it this far south." A woman came by and filled the man's drink and with a warm smile he lifted it and took chugged half the ale.
"I'll give it a look. Was thinking of heading East myself. Things aren't safe here." The youth spun a large black key around on the table.
"What do you mean not safe? There isn't so much as a beggar on the streets of Newfound. Only place safer might be the Hobbit Shire but even there you have to worry about someone burning the place down. Ain't nothing but a bunch of party animals there Har." The boy didn't show any sign of emotion so the man pressed on. "What are you afraid of lad?"
At this the key stopped. The boys blue eyes looked up, "Demons."