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a/n: dear friends and family (actually I don't think anyone in my family reads my stuff, but just in case..) terribly sorry for such a long wait and I am equally as sorry for the state of this chapter, very short, I know, but I need a long time to work this story out. Um… yeah. Here's a pinch of something I did during history class (a total snooze).

Chapter 9

My horse went off in a mad gallop- nearly throwing me off of him, into a wide, open field. I saw that beyond, a hill that signified the end of the field stood a large, dark stone castle looming above a ramshackle town. My steed ran right for all of this. As we neared, I heard someone in a castle tower calling for help. It wasn't a desperate cry, like they were in trouble, but more of an amused help, like it was a joke. Before I knew it, I was past the threadbare town and at the edge of a dense forest. After a minute or two of trees whizzing by, we ran into a clearing, a fire burned hungrily in the center. It was almost the exact replica of the scene with me and Reeve from a few days ago. This time, instead of the two of us, a little man with a long white beard danced wildly around the fire, his arms were flying around everywhere as he danced a little jig and his little feet tapped as he sang. I couldn't understand what he was saying at first, but, it sounded like 'Rupelstiltskin' or something.

Just as quickly as we entered the clearing, it flew past us and the horse and I were galloping between some more vertical logs. There was this gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach. I knew something was at the other end of the trees, but what it was, I could not, for the life of me, figure it out though this had happened before.

Suddenly, the sound of crushing leaves and snapping twigs stopped. The only sound was me screaming as the horse exited the forest and galloped energetically off the edge of a steep cliff.

"Bella!" someone yelled. I tried to see who it was, but everything was black.

"Bella!" the voice yelled again, it sounded like Reeve.

'Help me, Reeve! Help me!'

"Bella, wake up already!" I felt like a sudden earthquake attacked the spot where I fell asleep as Reeve shook me awake.

I jumped straight up. Too quickly for Reeve, who happened to be standing over me trying to wake me up. It was very gallant, but, unlucky for both of us. You see, as I sprang up, our heads collided and I acquired major headache number five of the week.

"Ow!" we both yelped grabbing for our foreheads.

After calming down, Reeve said. "Twitching, heavy breathing, singing some song about a short guy, and calling out my name. Nightmare again? Though I don't know how it could be a nightmare if you were calling out my name."

"Anything with you is a nightmare," I mumbled, still shaken up over my latest vision. These dreams had been coming every night since we started the journey. The same thing happens, over and over and over. Oh, and Reeve's same joke once I woke up, over and over and over. It's not like I purposefully call out his name. I mean, if you were falling wouldn't you call out for someone to help catch you or something? Honestly, he just doesn't get it.

We had traveled pretty far in the four or so days we were out, but not as far as we wished we had- which would be to the Goblet of Truths mountain, but hey, Rome wasn't built in a day, right? We were now at the border of Kendal and Ornesth.

Ornesth is the neighboring kingdom of Kendal. At one point it was Kendal's most prosperous region, but, since then, Ornesth has become its own kingdom. It is surrounded on three sides by water, perfect for the importation and exportation thingy.

After Ornesth, we only had one more kingdom to travel through and we would be at the mountain! Little did I know the major draw back we would have in Ornesth.

Like I said before, it had been almost a week since we started out, and we had purchased-err, rented (it's horrible I know! Rented things, eek. Who knows where they have been?!) a horse. I needn't feel the urge to name the poor creature, so I only referred to it as Rent-a-Horse.

We were walking through a field that instantly gave me déjà vu, but just couldn't finger it out. It was on the tip of my tongue… forget it, I can't remember.

"I spy something, um…brown," Reeve said after a long internal debate. He tried not to look at Rent-A-Horse as he said this. What a dead give away.

I snorted in pure amusement. "My horse," I smiled, anticipating the win.

His mouth slowly curved up mischievously. Wait, why am I looking at his mouth? "Nope."

My face went deadpan. "Err, huh?" I pride myself on my extensive vocabulary.

"Come on! Keep guessing!" Reeve urged as our horses walked along next to each other.

I looked up, thinking, and stared at the horizon.

"A castle," I gasped. A gray stone castle loomed ahead of us, double déjà vu.

"A castle?" Reeve asked in disbelief. "They aren't even brown! It was your left eye color, I thought it was easy."

"No, no, no," I objected. "A castle!"

"Look, I think I'd know if it wa- where did that come from?" he gaped, pointing at the massive stone building. I chuckled.

"What do you say to a real meal and a night under a roof?" I asked him, eyes twinkling.

"It has been awhile since we've had either of those," he closed his eyes and smiled big, no doubt fantasizing about the comforts. I know that was what I was doing.

"Let's go find an inn," I said. We ran our horses the whole way to Gilga, the capitol of Ornesth, a signed later informed us.

We took relief at the first inn we came across- The Protocol. Quickly, we stabled our horses and went inside in a hurry to get to a real bed.

A heavy set man with white hair sat on a stool behind a small table right at the door. A pen was in his hand and a giant ledger sat in front of him.

"May I have the privilege of helping you, fair lady, and you, gentle sir?" he said in a regal, yet annoyingly nasal voice.

"A room," I said in a monotone voice, I was busy staring at the stool he was sitting on. I swear, if that guy picked up one more thing while sitting on that stool, it will break. The legs were already bending, on the verge of snapping. I hoped I was here when it happened.

The man huffed and looked a little angry. "Manners, missy, are number one in The Protocol."

"Sorry, we are new here. On a family vacation," Reeve lied as an explanation. I turned my attention away from the stool for a split second to look at him.

Nice one. I telepathically told him.

"Oh!" the man was jovial again. "Then you must go straight away to the castle and introduce yourself to the King of Ornesth and his lovely daughter, Princess Clarissa. It is illegal to house newcomers without them first going to see the rulers."

I sighed before exiting the inn with Reeve in tail.

As we walked up to the castle, I looked over my shoulder at the inn's sign, The Protocol. Tell me about it.

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