Chapter 5

Buffy opened her eyes and stared at a ceiling that wasn't hers. Her head felt like it fell down a couple of stairs and somehow survived. She slowly sat up and craned her neck around. This was not her room.

The walls were made out of stones and gave the place a dark feeling. The floor was wooden and was really cold proving that there was no heater. The only window was the one that was on her right and covered up by curtains of dark blue. There was a rocking chair and a couple of flowers painting that tried to make the place friendly, but Buffy could not shake away the feeling of dread.

"I see that you are awake, Miss," a voice came from the left which startled the already scared girl. Buffy spun around and saw a woman with blond hair and dressed in a maid costume. She was holding a gown over her arm and a pair of shoes in her free hand.

"Where am I?" the young teen asked wanting to run through the open door and go away from these kidnappers. She tried to remember what happened, but couldn't seem to find the puzzle pieces to put into the puzzle and complete it.

"Why you are in Master Rupert castle in the district of Raychild. I am Miss Abby," Miss Abby responded feeling sorry for the poor girl. She really is alone in this new world.

Suddenly, Buffy remembered the crazy book, the creature, the markswoman, and everything else. What happened when I opened that book? Buffy's mind asked over and over again that she almost didn't hear the next important thing that Miss Abby said.

"Master Rupert has asked me to tell you to come to the lounge after you put this on and he will be able to explain everything, Miss," the maid reported and put the gown down with the shoes on the bed and walked off. She really did felt sorry for the poor girl.

Buffy looked at the gown. It was mauve and made of silk. It had roses stitched onto it and looked very elegant. It was not like what that markswoman wore. She would die than wear that. The shoes were of the same color and had roses on them too.

Buffy put the gown on and looked at herself in the mirror by the window. The sleeves were a little bit droopy, but who cares. It didn't matter right about now. She was about to get some answers.