Chapter four! Please R&R I'll add chapter five soon.
Sam woke up in the morning. She wondered if she's dreamed the unicorn. She looked at the ground. There were no marks. She looked over in the corner. The weapons were still there. She looked in the little hollow. The unicorn was still there. She wondered why she had made a unicorn. She wasn't very girly and she liked horses better.
Then she remembered what her teacher had told her when she was learning how to carve. He had said, "You can know what you would like the wood to be, but the wood decides what it wants to be. You just help it to be what it wants to be."
She heard a bored voice coming from the door way, "My father wants me to give you some food." "Thank you." Ryba rolled her eyes. Sam got the feeling that Ryba didn't care if she ate or not. Then she had a feeling that Ryba wanted to eat her! She shuddered at that thought.
She had just finished eating when Roscoe came to the door. "My father wants to see you." Reasons why his dad might want to see her flooded her brain.
Is he going to let me go? Maybe he's going to make me work for him. I hope not. He isn't going to eat me is he!
She turned to Roscoe, "R-Roscoe?" Roscoe turned away from the wooden unicorn he had been studying and back to Sam. "Your dad isn't going to eat me is he?" Roscoe shrugged. He didn't know. but there was worry in his eyes. He wouldn't put it past his father to do just that. He led her out of the small cave room into a larger one. In it was Zared.
"Why hello Princess," His voice was mocking. "I have a little job for you to do." Sam gulped. Oh no he was going to make her be his slave forever! "I want you to sweep my entire cave." There was an evil smirk on his face. Sam's eyes widened. The whole cave! It had to have at least a hundred rooms. "Today you are to sweep Ryba's room, Roscoe's room, and my room. Tomorrow you can mop them, and if there is one spot when you are done you will do it over again."
Roscoe spoke up, "Father, I can sweep and mop my own room." Zared narrowed his eyes at his son and Sam stepped back in fear. Then he spoke, "She will do it." "But Father!" Zared narrowed his eyes until they were just narrow slits, and looked as though he could stream fire from them.
Roscoe turned to Sam, "I'll show you where my room is."
Sam soon had a large broom that she could hardly handle. Somehow the broom seemed familiar, like she had used one before, but she didn't know how or when.
She began sweeping. As she swept she thought.
I wonder where Jake is. I hope he doesn't get hurt or fired because I got kidnapped. It wasn't his fault. I hope daddy doesn't get too upset about me. Is Roscoe really good or is he just pretending to be? Why is Zared's eye's like coals. I don't remember anything about dragons with eyes like hot coals. Why does he want me? Don't most dragons kidnap princess to eat or because their lonely? Sometimes if they have a grudge to that family. But he's not eating me, and he sure doesn't want my company. The one's that want servants make them do harder work than this.
She was interrupted by Ryba yelling at her brother, "She was going to clean my room first!" Sam rolled her eyes and since she had swept Roscoe's room went and sweetly asked, "Ryba, where is your room?"
At the bottom of The Golden Mountain.
"Well Witch I guess this is the trail to go on." Sir Jakob had found a small but accessible path at the bottom of Golden Mountain, and was about to climb up it with Witch. He was wondering if the mountain would get harder for Witch higher up.
As they started up he looked at his surroundings. He saw rocks more rocks and sagebrush. He knew higher up he would see herbs that could help heal or poison. He hoped that King Wren was okay. He had been really upset when he left. He was worried. Zared hadn't said how long until he would eat Sam. He then began wondering about Zared. He had read all there was about him but there wasn't anything about his parents or where he came from. The book of records just said that he just showed up.
He began to think about his family. I wonder what they're doing right now. I wish that stupid dragon hadn't run off with Princess Sam. I hope he's treating her okay. Poor Wild One must be wondering what happened to her mistress. He sighed, and leaned back in Witch's saddle. He saw a rabbit bounce past. It was pure white. He thought it was a very beautiful rabbit. The rabbit stopped and looked at him. He began to wonder if it was a sifting wraith waiting to eat him. He knew that shifting wraiths always had something wrong with them. He looked the rabbit over. It had two beady eyes, two perfectly shaped ears, a wiggling nose, two tiny front paws and two back paws that could really hurt someone. Then he stole a look at the tail. It was big white and fluffy. He decided that it wasn't a shifting wraith. Then he remembered about guardian rabbits.
His father had told him that they were pure white and would lead a person where ever they needed to go. He had always thought that they were made up but now he was wondering. The rabbit was just waiting for him. Sir Jakob nudged Witch forward. The rabbit hopped a couple steps. He stopped, it stopped. He backed up it hopped towards him. He shrugged, and let the rabbit lead him to a good camping spot.
At the castle
King Wren felt so helpless. His daughter was kidnapped by the dragon that killed his wife, his daughters body guard was out looking for a wizard, and he could nothing about it. It made him so mad. He looked out one of the castle windows. He could see The Golden Mountain from it. He looked close to the bottom of the mountain. He saw nothing. He sighed. Sometimes it stunk being the king.
In the meadow
The Phantom had an idea on how to get Sam home, he just wasn't sure if he could do it fast enough. He would need to visit his friend, Luriana who was a wizard and could tell him where to get what he wanted. He pricked his ears up towards the Golden Mountain. Some one was there. He lifted his head and smelled the air. He was glad that unicorns had such a good sense of smell. From the sent it was a boy on a mare. He didn't know what they were going up the Golden mountain for though. From the sent though, the boy was determined.
He didn't think that the boy was a threat, so he wouldn't hurt him unless he began threaten people or animals.
He lifted his head and sniffed towards Zared's lair. The princess was fine. She even smelled happy. She was like Louise. Not a sissy or a prissy girl. She seemed to be glad that her clothing was a little bit dirty, and from her sent he thought she was trying to make more, plainer, dresses from her dress and sash.
He sniffed towards the castle, something he hadn't done since Louise died. He smelled the king. He smelled how helpless he felt. The stallion reared. If he had anything to say about it Sam would be home before a fortnight was over. He reared once more before galloping towards the Golden Mountain. He was going to bring Sam home.
