It was the hand.
Because there, on the index finger of my right hand, was a very, very familiar golden ring with markings on it.
A ring that I knew didn't belong anywhere but in a fantasy book.
Holy shit, I was Sauron!
It was the hand.
Because there, on the index finger of my right hand, was a very, very familiar golden ring with markings on it.
A ring that I knew didn't belong anywhere but in a fantasy book.
Holy shit, I was Sauron!
I'm Arais, an undergraduate at University in The Autumn and I'm a Grey. One night I remained in the University Library late into the night while restoring a map, and as I was tidying up I heard a noi...