Alison was not sure if she was to close her eyes, or stare at the people around her.
She felt silly lying there with everyone looking transfixed to what Carla was saying.
She could hear her mum speaking, it seemed a strange language; louder and louder she spoke, the others looking at her, each holding hands around the table. No facial expressions showing amongst them.
Alison stared up towards the sky, the pale lilac sky looking back down at her. Her mum’s voice was heard in the distance, as Alison began to glide into a world of her own. She seemed to be flying above the clouds, floating high into the lilac sky. She could see the others standing like statues below her, unaware that Alison was no longer there, as the sky suddenly began moving. Quicker and quicker it went, daylight was soon to become darkness; faster and faster she went, until the sky turned blue.
She began to gently float down from the sky. The cottage was freshly painted and a pretty, young woman with long, black hair and brown eyes smiled at her, putting her arms around Alison and kissing her gently on her cheek. She knew she was in the body of another, but whose?
The lady held Alison's hand gently, and walked her into the cottage. The smell of food was cooking in a pot hanging over an open fire and a tumbler of ale was poured for Alison as she sat down.
“You must be hungry. You have done so well in making my home habitable once more,” the lady said smiling. Alison nodded.
“I don’t have much, but you have made me feel like I have riches that are desired by others,” the lady smiled gently. “I wish to be more than just friends with you Rundsflin; I want us to be of marriage one day, and have children. I have the love in my heart to give to you, and I hope tha...
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...l, what a good result for all. I am pleased for you Alison, the spirit is no longer living inside you and amongst the other beings of this kingdom,” Lidah commented clapping her hands. “Now, I must ask if the young beings will leave. We have much to discuss about the war. I have had a message from the queen seeking our agreement that we will be ready for the battle. We need to be in the kingdom this coming week, at the latest.” Lidah announced.
“You must all remember that now the spirit has gone, Amir is no longer evil too. He regrets the war and wishes that it was not going to happen. But alas, the army at his castle will not be backing down. But please. I don’t want Amir being killed—”Alison pleaded before she walked away, not waiting for a reply.
“I’ll take them home,” Matthew stated quietly, as he followed Alison and Simon before closing the door behind them.
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