It was the morning of this little pow wow with this new enemy that the king seemed to be intimidated by. I laid there in the bed, washed and clothed by the human prisoners before being rechained.
I lie there against the plush sheets, admittedly well rested but not because I was at peace with life. In fact, I was just as alarmed as I was before-not to mention concerned about my sister's well-being. In truth, I spent many nights crying myself to sleep; and unfortunately, I was all dried out. There was no more tears to give for the last few nights and so my body betrayed my mind and forced me to close my eyes.
I turned my attention over to the mirror that was directly across the walkway from the bed. "I'd swear these people think me a dress up doll." I muttered in Spanish as I took in the
