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I shuddered. Whatever it was I had gotten myself into, it wasn't good.
'Bravo, Hannah! All you have to do is be minding your own business and then you unexpectedly find yourself in a different place where everyone is wearing medieval clothing and strange creatures almost attack you, not to mention you're currently being kidnapped and have no idea what they're going to do with you.'
A few hours later we arrived at a fortress looking place, though it could be easily mistaken for a small castle. Firefox dismounted his horse and rather rudely pulled me off the one I was riding.
"Take her to Mortola and tell her to separate this one from the rest of the maids." the leader told him.
"Yes, Capricorn," he replied. So that was the man's name. But why was he named after a zodiac sign? Why wasn't he curious about where I came from?
'Guess I'll find out later…..'
I was jerked out of my thoughts as Firefox shoved me.
"Get a move on," he told me roughly.
"Be careful with her," Capricorn told him. "I want her unharmed if I'm going to give her as tribute."
"Tribute?" I asked, finding my voice.
"Yes, tribute. We have to pay the Adder and you came just in time, didn't you?" Firefox said to me mockingly.
I didn't respond to that. I wanted to ask who the Adder was and what kind of 'tribute' they were talking about but I also kind of didn't want to know. Who would? I just let him lead me to Mortola, who wasn't very happy to have to take care of me on such short notice.
"It's not my orders, it's Capricorn's! Just take her, Magpie! And she's the tribute so handle her carefully." There was that word again. Tribute.
"Hurry up, girl! I haven't got all day." snapped Mortola.
"Sorry," I mumbled, following her. "Miss?" I asked after a while.
"What?" her tone still wasn't friendly at all.
"What kind of tribute are they talking about?"
"What kind of tribute do you think, you idiot?"
By the nasty glance she gave me, I guessed I was supposed to know. But I didn't. I was scared and lonely with a cranky old woman who seemed to dislike me very much. And I felt like crying. Though I didn't want anyone to see me break down or fall out or anything so I bit back the tears and didn't say anything else. Eventually, Mortola opened up a door and shoved me into a room that resembled a cell. Though I couldn't really see much of it. It was dark and musty but nether less, I was extremely happy to be away from that witch. She seemed glad to depart from me too, for she slammed the door shut and locked it. I waited until she was out of earshot and then let my tears come.
"Why?" I asked myself, pulling my knees up to my chest and putting my arms around them, sobbing to my heart's content. Or at least I was going to do that, until I was aware of a set of eyes on me.