Alison felt sick. She could not believe that she had put herself forward by agreeing to take three people to Frinda. A place that if they got caught in, could mean trouble, not only from her mum, but also the queen, who did not wish nosey kids to probe her kingdom before going to war.
She got her clothes ready for the adventure and packed her backpack with a torch, food and a bottle of water, and lay on her bed grabbing the picture of Amir. She began staring at the handsome prince. She gazed at his eyes…she loved to do that lately. All she thought about was he, morning, noon and night, wishing that she could’ve known him and been his friend.
However, staring harder she seemed to go into a trance; everything around her became dark. It was the same feeling she’d had when she visited Simon’s body.
She could feel the air was cool, the warmth of her room was no longer around, and she now knew that she was going to see something that Amir wished to share. Something that he had kept hidden away, a secret that he was not allowed to tell, just like Simon.
The yellow sun was in a deep, blue sky, and she was sitting on a mound of grass in the palace grounds. She lifted her hands to her face, and realised that she was inside Amir’s own body, as the doublet of the boy stroked his face.
The sound of crying was close to her ears, as she heard the soft sobbing from the boy, who rocked back and forth, groaning to himself. Then with a deep breath of air, Amir stood up and began to walk from the back gardens of the palace. The walk seemed rushed, a panic in his breathing made Alison aware that something was not right.
They walked towards the side of the palace towards a fenced up area, and into a pebble courtyard, which housed eight grey stone stables, each with wooden doors, and all with the upper half of the doors open. No horses were visible, but Amir did not note this as he walked past the deserted stalls, towards a large wooden barn. Its doors were opened wide, with straw piled to the rafters on the left side of the building.
Amir walked in, wiping his eyes and sniffing loudly, before falling to the ground crying once more.
Alison was not sure if it was she, who had urged Amir to wipe his eyes so that she could see what was going on, or that the tears were burning his cheeks and the need to wipe them away was of his free will. His dark green, silk doublet was used as a hankie, as he pulled the thick material roughly over his eyes and cheeks, and looked down sadly.
Alison felt herself gasp, as lying on the ground lay a chestnut horse. The light breath of the horse and the nudging of its head made Alison aware that he was dying. The straw that was around the horse was bloodied from the deep wounds on its stomach.
Amir stroked its mane, hugging the creature and whispering gently in its ear, then kissed the horse on its temple and watched sadly, as he died, unable to help a creature who had been his only companion in the palace, for as long as Amir could...