Amir, come here at once!” King Jarred commanded, as he heard Amir’s footsteps outside his opened door.
“Yes Papa?” Amir said smiling and bowing down to his father who was in his private chamber.
King Jared was sitting on a long, red woollen, walnut settee, cuddling his daughter who was crying despairingly in his arms.
“You thought killing Zantha’s cat was going to please me?” the king enquired angrily.
“Papa?” Amir replied sheepishly, unsure what his father was declaring to the confused looking boy.
Zantha sat next to the king, hugging him tightly and crying plaintively, her tears were heavy as she looked at her brother with bitterness.
“You murdered Pinpins. You’re nasty, you’re jealous of me,” Zantha declared, sobbing hard, and allowing her father to stroke her long, blonde locks.
“Zantha I did not —” Amir began.
“ENOUGH!” shouted the king. “You will not be coming with me to the hunt tonight.”
Amir protested, his arms flinging in the air at the wrongful accusation.
“What you have done is despicable. I thought better of you Amir. Obviously, I was wrong. Go now, before my anger erupts,” the king stated harshly, pointing a finger at the door.
Amir walked head down towards the door; he would never do such a thing. Turning around one last time and hoping for forgiveness, he saw Zantha’s face. The tears were still flowing gently down her face and the gentle sobs came from her mouth. However, on close inspection, an evil smile was etched upon her lips and a look of malice was showing on her face.
“BEEP BEEP BEEP”
“Alison — turn that alarm off!” Carla shouted.
Alison was already awake; Why do I have these dreams? She thought to herself. She took the picture from under her pillow and stared at Amir’s eyes, how sad they seemed today, she sighed sadly, before putting the picture down gently and went downstairs for breakfast.
“Everything all right, dear?” Carla asked, when seeing Alison looking upset.
“Yeah, fine thanks. Funny dream, that’s all.”
“Well, thank goodness they’re just dreams, eh? If you tell me about them, then I may be able to tell you what they mean.”
“What? Oh no, I’m not into that dream thing, Mum.”
“Be a laugh.”
“Maybe later,” Alison half-smiled.
She ate her breakfast quietly and went upstairs to get changed. She was ready for school before Sarah even rang the doorbell that day, which was rare for the Benson household.
“Everything all right?” Sarah asked when they were walking to school.
“Why shouldn’t it be?” Alison replied sharply.
“Ooo, shoot me down, I only asked. You seem as though you’re in another world.”
“Yeah, understatement of the year.”
“Very touchy, aren’t we, this morning?” Sarah snapped.
“Whatever,” Alison whispered.
The girls continued to school without saying a word, until they saw Simon, Rachel and William coming out of a street.
“Oh great, now it’s the three amigo’s,” groaned Sarah.
Alison changed the expression on her face. She was curious to see what Simon was going to say, but Rachel spoke...