Introduction

Ariel and Caeli are 15 years old (almost sixteen yay!) and best friends (most of the time).

Ariel is pale-skinned with curly reddish brown hair with big olive eyes. She hates her nose and Caeli enjoys teasing her about it (this generally a crash diet as she sincerely hopes that this will cause her nose to lose weight).

Caeli has naturally tanned skin, dark brown, usually uncontrollable, wavy hair and dark brown eyes.

They love Lord of the Rings, New Zealand, having fun, chocolate and moisturiser.

They are on a camping trip alone in New Zealand, they have already got lost too many times to count and currently aren't quite sure what range of hills they're in but have been forced to set up camp in the middle of no where due to a storm. They are possibly miles away from food or civilisation of any kind. Basically they're in quite a bit of trouble, but do they realise it? Of course not!

Chapter One

Ariel's POV

"Caeli?"

"Ariel?"

"Can I bor…"

"No."

"You don't know what I want."

"Yes I do."

"What do I want?"

"Legolas." Huh. So funny. But sadly true. Yes, I like Legolas. Who doesn't? (Apart from Caeli). And yes, it's a bit pathetic that I love a fictional character who doesn't exist. But then, if I had him, he'd be real, so he wouldn't BE a fictional character, so that means I'm not sad because he would be real if he was… oh shut up shut up shut up. I confuse myself :S.

"No, I want your cd player. Although, if you have Legolas hidden in your bag, I wouldn't mind having him either."

"You can have the cd player. And duh, of course I don't have Legolas. He bugs me."

Caeli's POV

I opened my bag and took out the cd player. It was always on top so I didn't need to search.

"The speakers are on top and I can't be bothered to look for the headphones so play something I like or go outside," I said and tossed her the cd player and speakers. I was teasing her though, there was fierce storm raging outside our tent keeping us shut inside and bored.

"Fine, I'll go outside!" she retorted crossly and moved towards the tent flap with an exaggerated expression of defiance on her face. She opened the tent flap half way and was immediately sprayed with rain.

"Well that wasn't very clever! You know this storm probably going to go on for ages yet, we haven't got a chance," I said miserably and threw her a towel we had out as she closed the tent again.

"I was only trying to be optimistic," she grumbled. I lay back with my head against my bag and she followed suit, draping the towel across her face.

"You know you look like a four year old at a Halloween party don't you?" I smirked. She did, apart from the fact she was using a towel instead of a sheet.

"Have you ever seen a four year old at a Halloween party?" she asked, her voice muffled by the towel.

"No,"

"Well then you don't know that I look like one do you?" she concluded.

"True." I conceded.

We were silent for a while. The tent was tossed about by the wind and the rain poured down over our little tent, thunder echoed in the background.

Then it happened. I saw bright flash of light in front of my eyes, and then darkness.