Soft rays of sunlight shone in through the canvas walls around alicia. Imediantly her hand flew to her head; where a egg shaped lump was forming.
The tent walls swam before her eyes as she painfully sat up, She could hear birds chirping and leaves rustling from outside. Someone had placed a moth eaten blanket on top of her.
Where was she? It must be a dream.
Leaves rustled outside and alicia could hear two or more people whispering in hoarse voices.
"Found a girl in the old camp... Screaming her head off... would have attracted King Jacopo's night-mares... Yeah, afraid i gave her a nasty head injury... prince wasn't to happy with me about that."
Alicia's breath caught in her throat, Prince? Night-mares?
I must have fallen asleep while reading and I'm having dreams about Inkheart, Gosh this is weird.
Hesitantly, alicia slowly raised her hand and pushed back one of the flaps a small bit as to peek outside. But she recoiled at what she saw.
Five full grown men were sitting around a blistering fire, warming their hands and feet. It was nightime outside, and the fire lit up the little clearing that it was in. A few feet away from the men were six other little tents just large enough to lay down in.
I-I must have been kiddnaped! Or stolen! Or i could just be having a nightmare...