The white door looked strange in the middle of nowhere with no wall adjoined to it, and standing all alone amongst the trees in the forest of Frinda. Carla shut the door and using her fingers around the edge of the door she began to seal it like closing a zipper on a suitcase, and the door vanished.
“I can’t have that in view of people around here, I’d be in so much trouble,” Carla stated, as she moved away from the now invisible door.
They walked through the quiet, dimly lit village, with Carla telling Alison grim details of the previous war. How the villagers were once proud keepers of rich lands that were fit for a king, until Prince Amir poisoned the lands, which made the fields unworthy of growing wheat and barley. How animals were no longer able to live in this kingdom, as the grass that now grew was poisoned and only a mouthful would kill the animals. Hence, why the grass had turned orange and the trees had become strange and disfigured too.
“Just up here and we will be at the gates of the palace” Carla declared, pointing to a meandering cobbled path that went past a few clay built houses.
“Hey it’s Zindel!” Alison exclaimed excitedly to her mum, as they she spotted Zindel coming out of a drinking hole. “Zindel, ZINDEL!” shouted Alison.
Zindel jumped with a start unsure who was calling him so abrasively.
“You again?” Zindel cried, rolling his eyes. “Can’t keep away can you?” he smiled and stared at Alison’s companion with interest.
“I’ve bought my mum back, like the queen asked. Can you get us into the palace?” Alison asked cheekily.
Zindel sighed deeply, with a harsh shrug to his shoulders. He walked away, and headed towards the palace.
He was not much a conversationalist, his hair was his main concern, as he attempted to brush it down harshly with his tiny hands, but with no joy, as it bounced back up into the air, which would make him growl with harshness.
Carla walked along with caution. She knew the Yintins were not a warm bunch of folk, seeing those from the realm as the enemy rather than the ally, even though the realm did all that they could the last time they were here, making sure all vulnerable were hidden from the beasts that took their men with no dignity.
Alison did not seem to notice the tension between her mum and Zindel, as she walked along and peered into the homes of the villagers, noticing that they did not have much in the way of creature comforts in their small habitats.
Zindel walked towards the guard on duty, his eyes scanning the armoured man with irk, as he demanded to be let in with the visitors that had been requested a meeting by the queen.
“I will take you to the room which she feels is one of privacy and then I will find her and bring her to you,” Zindel stated dryly, as he opened the oak doors of the palace and turned right.
Alison did not feel so scared this time whilst in the palace, even though some parts of the corridor were in darkness, as not all candles were lit. However, as they walked along...