Chapter 2 a stranger in your own body
It was dark when Lexa awoke. She flexed her fingers cautiously, and they felt stiff. Her entire body felt stiff. She opened her eyes, and sat up slowly. She felt like a stranger in her own body.
The only things in the room were: a bed, a mirror, and steel bars that served as a door. She rushed out of the bed. Lexa tripped, and fell, unused to the weight of her own body.
How long had she been sleeping? She crawled to the door, yelling out of the bars. "Help me! Please! Let me out of here!" Lexa cried, and screamed, and begged for an hour, and then she collapsed in a pool of her own tears.
Little did Lexa know that the mirror was one-way. "My Queen, why are we keeping her?" Peter was exhausted. He had sat, and watched Lexa in a magic induced coma for nearly a month. He was nearing the edge of insanity.
"I have my reason's Peter. You'll see. I plan to take action soon." The conviction in her voice dismissed him.
Once Peter was alone in his quarters he shed the tears he had been unable to while in the presence of the Queen. He had watched the girl run out of the doors of the castle nearly a month prior. He knew which direction she was headed, and had gotten his fastest horse to take him there. She was headed toward the clearing.
Peter had always loved the clearing. He had found it when he was four, and he was running away from Momma because she wouldn't let him hold the new babies. A tear fell. That was the only thing he remembered of Momma besides the night the spies came, and wiped all their other memories. He remembered waking up with Aunt Angelica, and not knowing who she was. She had explained what happened, and the rest was history. "A sad, sad history." He sighed.