Jules
What a strange dream, I thought as I awoke. I thought I had landed in some strange place and been half carried on horse back to some castle then placed in a bed with Josh and Matt. I looked around. The room was elegantly made and seemed traditional. I sat up and someone's arm fell off my stomach. Oh my God! I hadn't been dreaming, asleep next to me was Josh and Matt.
I wondered where Courtney was for I was sure I had seen her in my dream as well. The man who carried me back was dressed in an old combat style of a shirt and breeches. Come to think of it, they all were. They had the muscular grace of someone who trained, much like myself, so they must had played soccer or something. They must have a gym or training ground.
I got up and noticed I was still in my T and soccer shirts with my soccer boots on, and I could have sworn I heard someone speaking Kyprish. That language was centuries old, must like Gaelic and Welsh.
I walked to the door and opened it slowly. I was trying to piece together how I came to be here and I couldn't remember. I could feel a bruise along my right side, a few form the crash with Josh, Matt and that nerdy girl and the stud marks in my leg were pretty bruised as well. Apart from that I wasn't too worse for wear.
I stepped through the door and felt a sharp knife or sword point placed at the tip of my throat. So far I had assumed I was knocked out for some reason and taken to someone's house. Now of course, it was someone's brother pulling a prank.
I pushed the blade down out of my face and continued through the doorway. "Don't be daft. I am not going to fall for any of your shit. Who's brother are you?" I asked.
"Darffft? What is Darffft?" he replied seemingly curious.
"Daft means to act foolishly." I said and noticed the accent. "Where am I?"
"You think I act foolish?" he asked in English then mumbled "Stupid girl" in Kyprish, a language I had learnt during my days of studying languages.
I replied back cheekily in Kyprish, "See you are daft if you think I cannot understand. Now where am I?"
"You are on the lands of Cowoperill. Governed by Domitan and Keladry." Dom and Kel, I knew those names, and Cowoperill? Wasn't that a name of somewhere in a book I read? How bizarre. He must be pulling my leg.
"In that case, I demand to be taken to this Domitan?" I said sarcastically. He must be a bloody good actor. There was no way I was in a book. That was just someone's imagination. I assumed this was Matt's doing. I mean hadn't he asked what books I read?
"Certainly. He had requested your company as soon as you awoke Kypri. Come along now." He replied and walked off ahead of me. I thought about waking the other two but decided I was too curious to meet this Domitan. And hadn't he just called me Kypri? That was of course Kyprish for sun goddess. Couldn't be could it?
"Why did you call me Kypri?"
"Because that is your name!" he said impatiently. "Hurry along now Kypri!" I walked quickly behind him and did as I was told. As I walked I made a mental note of the direction in which we walked and made a mental map. This would be extremely helpful in finding my way back.
Finally we arrived to a closed door that looked royal enough. My lovely and charming guard knocked and stepped back. Within seconds, a man with brown hair and blue eyes answered. "Ah Kypri, finally you have awakened. I have been waiting many hours. Aly," he called over his shoulder and a girl not much younger than me with golden red hair appeared at his side. I remembered her as the girl Alianne who had the Sight, daughter of Alanna the Lioness and George Cooper the former Rogue or Tortall. If this was fake, they had researched it down to every detail.
"Hi, I'm Ali - "
"Yes Alianne, the lionesses daughter I know," I replied.
"Hmmm well we have a few questions to ask you. When and where were you born? And under which ruler?"
"I was born in California in the year 1985. We don't have a ruler. We have politicians."
"1985! Well that's impossible. Aly?"
"She tells the truth Dom," replied Aly simply.
"Why is that impossible? I am seventeen years old."
"It is the year 452 HE (Human Era), that's why that's impossible." I gasped. "How would you describe your attire?"
"It is called soccer shorts, soccer boots and a T."
"Socka? What is socka? And T? what is that?" Oh Lord, would I have to explain everything?
What a strange dream, I thought as I awoke. I thought I had landed in some strange place and been half carried on horse back to some castle then placed in a bed with Josh and Matt. I looked around. The room was elegantly made and seemed traditional. I sat up and someone's arm fell off my stomach. Oh my God! I hadn't been dreaming, asleep next to me was Josh and Matt.
I wondered where Courtney was for I was sure I had seen her in my dream as well. The man who carried me back was dressed in an old combat style of a shirt and breeches. Come to think of it, they all were. They had the muscular grace of someone who trained, much like myself, so they must had played soccer or something. They must have a gym or training ground.
I got up and noticed I was still in my T and soccer shirts with my soccer boots on, and I could have sworn I heard someone speaking Kyprish. That language was centuries old, must like Gaelic and Welsh.
I walked to the door and opened it slowly. I was trying to piece together how I came to be here and I couldn't remember. I could feel a bruise along my right side, a few form the crash with Josh, Matt and that nerdy girl and the stud marks in my leg were pretty bruised as well. Apart from that I wasn't too worse for wear.
I stepped through the door and felt a sharp knife or sword point placed at the tip of my throat. So far I had assumed I was knocked out for some reason and taken to someone's house. Now of course, it was someone's brother pulling a prank.
I pushed the blade down out of my face and continued through the doorway. "Don't be daft. I am not going to fall for any of your shit. Who's brother are you?" I asked.
"Darffft? What is Darffft?" he replied seemingly curious.
"Daft means to act foolishly." I said and noticed the accent. "Where am I?"
"You think I act foolish?" he asked in English then mumbled "Stupid girl" in Kyprish, a language I had learnt during my days of studying languages.
I replied back cheekily in Kyprish, "See you are daft if you think I cannot understand. Now where am I?"
"You are on the lands of Cowoperill. Governed by Domitan and Keladry." Dom and Kel, I knew those names, and Cowoperill? Wasn't that a name of somewhere in a book I read? How bizarre. He must be pulling my leg.
"In that case, I demand to be taken to this Domitan?" I said sarcastically. He must be a bloody good actor. There was no way I was in a book. That was just someone's imagination. I assumed this was Matt's doing. I mean hadn't he asked what books I read?
"Certainly. He had requested your company as soon as you awoke Kypri. Come along now." He replied and walked off ahead of me. I thought about waking the other two but decided I was too curious to meet this Domitan. And hadn't he just called me Kypri? That was of course Kyprish for sun goddess. Couldn't be could it?
"Why did you call me Kypri?"
"Because that is your name!" he said impatiently. "Hurry along now Kypri!" I walked quickly behind him and did as I was told. As I walked I made a mental note of the direction in which we walked and made a mental map. This would be extremely helpful in finding my way back.
Finally we arrived to a closed door that looked royal enough. My lovely and charming guard knocked and stepped back. Within seconds, a man with brown hair and blue eyes answered. "Ah Kypri, finally you have awakened. I have been waiting many hours. Aly," he called over his shoulder and a girl not much younger than me with golden red hair appeared at his side. I remembered her as the girl Alianne who had the Sight, daughter of Alanna the Lioness and George Cooper the former Rogue or Tortall. If this was fake, they had researched it down to every detail.
"Hi, I'm Ali - "
"Yes Alianne, the lionesses daughter I know," I replied.
"Hmmm well we have a few questions to ask you. When and where were you born? And under which ruler?"
"I was born in California in the year 1985. We don't have a ruler. We have politicians."
"1985! Well that's impossible. Aly?"
"She tells the truth Dom," replied Aly simply.
"Why is that impossible? I am seventeen years old."
"It is the year 452 HE (Human Era), that's why that's impossible." I gasped. "How would you describe your attire?"
"It is called soccer shorts, soccer boots and a T."
"Socka? What is socka? And T? what is that?" Oh Lord, would I have to explain everything?