She sighed. She was supposed to be at her 16th birthday party tonight. It was at her castle and her best friends had planned it as a “surprise party” for her, but she found out anyways. She wasn’t at her party though. In fact she couldn’t tell where she was. She couldn’t see anything because her vision was blurry and she had a really bad head ache. So instead of trying to see she felt around her. To her it felt like she was in a stone room, a rigid stone room. She felt her ankles too and found that there were chains on them.
Then there was a high pitch, loud screeching sound. She suddenly realized that it was her dragon. “You better leave Crystal alone or I’ll tear you to shreds!!!” yelled Emani. Then she sounds of her dragon started to faded until all was silent again. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to fight them back, but to no avail. The tears streamed down her face as she thought about her lost dragon. Her sobs were barely heard in the room. The crying made her head ache worse. It took her a while, but she finally stopped crying. Then she noticed that her vision was somewhat cleared.
She frantically looked around and saw that she was right. She was in a rigid, dimly lit stone room. The stones that made the walls were the darker shades of blue and grays and blacks. She looked for the light source. The faint was coming for torches that were widely spaced apart. They were torches bolted into the wall. The holder that held the torches seemed to be finely carved with great care. The chains on her ankles restricted her from walking. Then when she looked down the hall where she had last heard her dragon she realized that she was alone.
I’m never going to get out of her, she thought to herself. Then there was a sound that echoed off of the stone walls. To her they almost sounded like the footsteps of a horse. Normally she would have recognized a horse’s steps, but when the sound bounced the walls she became confused.
“What could it be...? It’s got to be a horse.” she said half to herself. As the creature got closer she was able to see the outline of it. Now she knew that it was a horse, but there were things that kept throwing her off. It almost looked like there was a horn on its head and there seemed to be someone ridding it. The creature was right in front of her when she could just make out most of the details.
She was half right. The creature standing at her feet was a unicorn and there was an elderly woman mounted on it. The unicorn itself was snow white, while it’s main and tail was more of a creamy white color. As far as the woman riding it, she had wrinkles on her face and the rest of her body. The old woman seemed frail. She dismounted the unicorn and stood just about a foot away from Emani. As Emani looked upon her she saw that the elder was just skin and bones, but the look in her bright green eyes told Emani that she was healthy. For a moment she thought she was imagining things. Maybe it was her head ache. Yet something told her that this was real.
She looked up at the woman. The expression on the elderly woman’s face seemed like she had been waiting for Emani, expecting her. She looked down at her almost excited that she was there in the dungeon like room. Emani became worried, but before she could say anything the woman spoke. The woman’s voice was smooth, almost like she was younger than she looked.
“Welcome child.”
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