Catch up on the previous parts here.
First that intimidating queen, and now this supposed ‘princess’ in a very un-princess-like outfit saying something about saving his life. Ivaan wondered how many people wanted to save his life that day. His head already ached. He badly needed to sleep. “Look, I don’t know who you are and how exactly you plan to save my life, but I really need to sleep now. I’d appreciate it if you could leave me alone,” he said, trying not to yawn.
It howls in my ears
It ruffles my hair
It presses on my eyes
It slaps my cheeks
But most of all, it tells tales.
Tales from far, tales from near
Tales which can make you gasp in fear
Wind- raconteur of nature needn’t beg for attention
Without any permission, it begins its narration.
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Ivaan was even more befuddled than he had been earlier- if that was possible. He had been saved by a talking lion from slaves of a witch whose name sounded like a tea kettle. He was sure he was going insane.
“You can stay here tonight.” The queen spoke. “This is the safest place for you. As soon as the first ray of the sun colours the sky, we’ll send you back home. But not right now. Earth is too dangerous a place for you to remain until the sacrifice time has passed.”
The word ‘Earth’ jolted him. He wasn’t on the Earth? Then where the hell had he ended up? He voiced his thoughts, though not in precisely the same words. “What is this place?”
“You’re in the kingdom of Vasiona in a dimension parallel to yours,” she replied casually.
“What the… I’m not even in my universe?”
Me: I’ve been trying for almost a couple of hours, but I still can’t sleep. I think I’m in love.
My Brain: Stop kidding yourself, girl. It’s because you slept for four hours in the noon.
Me: I still have five hours of sleep left. Why don’t you stop thinking so much and let me sleep?
My Brain: That’s because you have so much to do. How about we start drafting that apology letter?