Alicia didn't know why but the motley players had always infatuated her. Especially their prince, alicia's fingers traced the name written in black in white and wondered what the black prince was like.
Her eyes wanderd over the words. They intoxicated her until she could hear the motley folk singing joyfully songs about the bluejay and the laughing prince, Their feet tapping along to the song The woman and men danced together.
The music got faster and faster until screams pierced through the air and the music ended upruptly. Alicia snapped the book shut.
What was happening to her?
A few frantic heartbeats later alicia was still sitting on her bed staring at the closed book laying a few inches in front of her.
There's nothing to be afraid of. Alicia scoulded herself. Its just an old book, ones that you like.
Alicia forced herself to pick up the book and open back up to chapter 13. Figureing it would be less imposing to read out loud alicia cleared her throat.
"The motley folk. They entertained they villagers of ombra, and somtimes even the laughing prince himself. The Black prince was their leader. He had once been a motley folk himself as a knifethrower but was elected their leader for his wisdom and kindness. The Main camp of the motley folk was staged right outside the gates of ombra to make it easy to go back and forth. The camp itself consisted of brightly colored tents and horse's which were the main form of travel in ombra."
The room around alicia blurred and the next moment alicia found her self standing in a blackend sooty field with rotting carcess littering the ground around her. Alicia screamed and dropped the book as she saw her surroundings.
But her scream was cut off as a hand reached out from behind her and covered her mouth and another hand came down on the crown of her head so she crumpled into the arms behind her.