You are (Name) Jekyll, disowned child of a royal house, but a respected physician. Your work in the fields of healing are remarkable, and you always go forth to bring a better future for your patients. Tar-Miriel, the queen of Numenor, adores you and you two share a deep friendship with each other. You were content with the life you had and were ready to spent your long human life in peace. Until... he came.
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Pilot chapter
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"How are you feeling today?" You asked, holding a feather pen and a paper board. "Same as usual, but... a bit better after these past days. I guess having some time for myself has helped me a bit," The woman in front of you said. "I don't feel... used and like an object when he hasn't been around. I wish this could continue, but he's supposed to return today with his army," She explained. You wrote down everything she said. A frown decorated your face. Even though; you shouldn't show such a displeased expression in front of your patient. You couldn't help it, though. She was making progress, but now it might reverse because her selfish husband was returning.
You glanced at your patient, who's also your long-time friend. Tar-Miriel, the queen of Numenor. She used to be a loving person, but after being married to the king, it was like all the life and love she possessed vanished, leaving only sorrow and dark thoughts.
"Have you been trying any new outlets to keep your thoughts away?" You asked. "I... have been trying sewing, but I prickled my fingers was too many times," She showed her fingers. They had red spots on each one. Tiny and red, but not severe. They were small enough to heal in a couple of days. "Well, I guess we should leave the sewing to the tailors," You said, trying to sound humorous. "I guess so... " She had a tiny smile on her face.
"What other things you have been trying?" You asked. "I wanted to try horse riding, but I wasn't allowed to leave the castle grounds..." Her expression turned hollow. Your mood was also saddened when you heard that. "The guards said it's for my own safety, but I think we both know better why they're keeping me here," She said. Your heart ached when you heard that. You two stayed in silence for a while.
Your attention was caught by happy cheering outside the room. Someone knocked on the door before opening the door without any invitation. "My lady, the king has returned," Tar- Miriel's handmaiden informed. The queen sighed then looked at you. "I wish we could keep this going, but as his wife. I have to be there to greet him," She stood up from her seat. "... Yes, your highness," You stood up as well. You took out your bag, then opened it to pick out a medicine bottle. "Here are some anti-depressants. Remember to take them twice a day with some water," You explained. "Thank you, doctor," She said, taking the bottle. "Do inform me when you're free to have another session, your highness," You bowed your head toward her. "I will. You may go now," She nodded. You bowed again before taking your stuff and leaving through the door.
You walked through the busy hallway. The servants were preparing a feast for the celebration. A celebration for the king's victory in middle earth. Usually, a party like that is a joyful event, but you never found joy in any of them. What's there to be happy about when they're all about him?
You stopped at a stairway to gaze through the open window. The great ships were at the docks. The king and the soldiers were moving in the main street, approaching the castle with all the citizens shouting in joy around them. The people were going wild. They were happy for the soldier's return and excited to hear about the battle that took in middle earth.
You frowned when you saw the king. Ar-Pharazon the golden. The great king of Numenor. What a great lie it was. He looked pleased with how his people were yelling for him as he leads his victorious army on a great white horse. This will definitely raise his ego ten folds, and nothing good will ever follow from that.
Something caught your attention when something else showed up with the parading army. They had a prisoner? You squinted your eyes to see better. There was a man with golden hair, wrapped up in chains. Something made you quiver in discomfort. Something didn't felt right about that man. He suddenly raised his head; then you saw his eyes. They were red like fire. He looked toward your way, and you felt shivers of fear. You stepped back from the windows in hopes of staying out of his sight.
Your heart started beating with anxiety and fear. You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself down. You closed your eyes, waiting for yourself to stop shaking. You had an idea who that man was. You only heard stories about him, but you never thought you would have a chance to see him in the flesh. Gorthaur the cruel, The dark lieutenant of the dark lord Morgoth, the necromancer, the lord of men, but he was mostly known as Sauron, the dark lord of Mordor.
You opened your eyes and proceeded to walk down the stairs. You had a bad feeling about this. Why did you felt like many bad things will happen in the future?
(2 months later)
It was a lovely night, stars were twinkling, and the full moon graced the great island with its moonlight. It was a lovely night indeed, but not for you.
You took a swig of beer from the bottle you held in your hand. You didn't like beer. It was too strong for your taste, but it was the only alcohol strong enough to numb the pain you felt.
You wanted to forget all this. You wanted to leave this damned kingdom.
Two months ago, everything was fine. You had your sessions with your beloved queen, you gave candy to the orphans when they behaved well during the checkups, You and your best friend still had a good relationship, and your dog. Your beloved Crow. He was the last thing you had from your mother, but now he was gone. Killed under a poor lie to indirectly hurt you. Your fingers still ached after hours of digging and giving him a proper grave.
You took another swig. Your eyes were still burning from all the tears you had shed. With stumbling feet, you tried to go back inside your house from your terrace. You slammed the glass doors shut behind you without care. You didn't care if the glass broke. They can always be fixed. The pain in your heart, though. Nothing could fix or remove it.
You sat down next to your desk. You had a big mirror where you could see your reflection. You looked like a mess. Your eyes were dropping. Your hair was a mess, and the crook of your shirt was disheveled. Your pupils were wide. An obvious sign of you going drunk from all the beer you consumed. What a pathetic sight.
You were pathetic.
You glanced at the castle through your window. This was all his doing. The maia with a hair red like fire and the eyes of gold. A maia who can change their form to please everyone. A former prisoner, now a trusted advisor. Tar-Mairon. This was all his fault.
You glared, then turned away to take another swig. Only to find the bottle empty. You drank it all. You let the bottle fall on the floor. You stared at your reflection. Nothing was going right, and here you were, acting like a miserable drunkard. "... I wish to go away," You muttered with a false sense of hope that your wish would be granted.
Your reflection suddenly moved on its own. It stared right back at you with an emotionless look. Your mind woke up a bit as you stared at yourself in shock. Your reflection moved her mouth, but no voice could be heard. You didn't need to hear it, though. Because you can understand what she was saying.
"... I shall grant your wish,"
"Hyde!" You yelped. She smirked, then something suddenly started crawling inside your head. "Agh!" You gasped in shock when your heart started beating faster. You gripped your chest and stood up in a panic. Your muscles were twitching and shaking. You gaggled and shook, trying to keep yourself steady.
Your mind was becoming rampant. She was back! She was back!
Your mind suddenly became numb, empty of thoughts. Your eyes rolled back then you fell onto the floor. Your body shaking and twitching. Some of your bones started snapping, changing your physical appearance. It continued until it became silent.
A hand suddenly slammed against the desk. You slowly stood up with a loud groan. You groaned and pushed your hips forward, some of the bones in your back popping back into their places. You sighed and looked around your room. You took off your hairband and allowed your hair to freely fall against your shoulders. You glanced toward the outside world. A smirk appeared on your lips.
