Board Thread:Fan Fiction/@comment-26767096-20160326145102

Aeregon sat in a dark cave, in the middle of the desert, trying to make a fire.

It was the Fifth Age - the age of oppression. The Empire reigned over Middle-Earth and enslaved the citizens. The only safe places were Forodwaith or Harad - and Aeregon would rather have burned to death than frozen. It would be faster. Hopefully.

Aeregon had lived in the city of Dol Amroth, under the reign of Horik, the barbarian king. He had to flee because his brother had mysteriously disappeared, and the Empire had come to take him away for murdering him. But Aeregon knew better. The Empire had murdered him to have an excuse to take him too. All because he was the last of the line of High Prince Imrahil.

So he fled. Straight south, into the desert, hoping to find the resistance. He hadn't found them yet. But he knew once he did, they would help him sort things out.

His fire sputtered to life. He silently cheered and sat against the cave wall as he enjoyed his near-comfort. All he had was his dagger, a sleeping bag, and rations that would last about another week. And it was just dried jerky, which tasted pretty good, but was far from nutricious. And the sleeping bag would have been comfortable if the ground was even a little bit softer. And the scorpions were a problem, so much so that he had to cover the cave entrance with a rock.

But now, looking at the rock, he noticed something strange. A light poking through the cracks. There couldn't be light out here. Nobody else could be out here. He pulled aside the rock, slowly, and poked his head out. There were several figures in the distance, brandishing ornate swords, wearing cloaks, and wielding torches to fend off the scorpions. Aeregon tried to scramble back into his cave, but the figures saw him, and began running toward him. When they got closer, he realized that none of them were from the Empire - quite on the contrary. They were skinny, their clothes were patched, and their weapons definitely weren't of imperial make. The one in the lead spoke to him:

"Ah. Finally. We've found him. Aeregon, last in the line of Imrahil. We're the resistance." 