A Chapter from a Young Adult fiction novel
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Chapter nine. A hot journey to nowhere. That night they reached a force on the outskirts of the Great Eye. The land looked just like Elizabeth's mothers and aunts description. There was absolutely no change of any kind for farther than she could see. It was also as hot as an oven out there. Her captors slowed down, but not by much. There were more outposts set up and set switched the camels out whenever his group came to one. The kidnappers traveled fast at night and slow in the day. One days it couldn't help but boast to her. The baby is getting special treatment. We have to haul much of the water we drink to the cisterns. There are fewer natural wells out here than on the main route. It'll take us weeks to recover the water. He told her Elizabeth was fascinated. He never talked that much. It was Metha who asked my uncle Dram, traveled across the desert to Western harem land once. How can you travel so fast? He said. There's nothing in the great I accept emptiness, Zet left foolish goatherd, he explained. None of them know about our secret. We discovered it decades ago. We can get all the supplies we need there. You'll have to see it. To believe it. Now go back to that baby mita returned to Jancker. She knew when she was dismissed. Elizabeth, gloated. Zet was getting careless. Elizabeth had her mother's sense of direction and could tell where they were changing directions from due west to southwest, if she didn't know better. She had guessed that they would intersect with the harems trade route that night. She had another dream this time, Aunt Melanie lead a rescue party. It was a hot afternoon like all the others. The air shimmered with mirages all around them. Elizabeth peered out of her camels covering. Suddenly Aunt Melanie strode through the heat waves with 20 billion soldiers behind her. Her father josh was on horseback. He charged toward the kidnappers caravan sword in hand, he cut its head off with his first stroke. Meanwhile Aunt Melanie blasted into the kidnappers with white lightning. Several kidnappers disintegrated in her beams when it was over josh and Aunt Melanie hugged her. Then Aunt Melanie turned into a dragon and they flew home. That is what you want, but it won't happen. Method told her your aunt can't do magic anymore. You're on your own. Elizabeth was getting cranky with all these dreams. If your imaginary how do you know that? She asked because you made me up. I know what you know! Silly me, tha laughed. So what am I supposed to do? She asked me to look at the necklace. Stupid. The next morning Elizabeth forgot her dream. By noon the air was hot and motionless. She opened the curtain of her camel's tent to peer out for a moment. There was nothing to see Juncker had been doing lots of grabbing lately. She had tried to make him toys out of old cloth because she hadn't anything else Janker like to put them in his mouth, sucking on them until they were soaked with drool. Then he would beat them on whatever he could find until he dropped it. Elizabeth necklace had slipped out of her shirt and he reached up, yanking on it. Ouch, she said he was adept now. It's sitting up on a swaying camel. Elizabeth started to drop the necklace back down her shirt and stopped. It was a fairly large locket about the size of a half dollar. She looked at the harem symbol. The symbol was ancient harem. The symbol was for the word sanctuary. What was it said? Had told her they were going to sanctuary. A place no one will ever find Elizabeth looked very carefully at the locket. Now, to be truthful, she had hoped it would give her magic when it didn't she had forgotten about it. Elizabeth looked at the edges carefully on the bottom was a thumbnail slit. Jancker laughed. He liked pretty things she told him. If you stay quiet. I'll tell you a story about your dad and an iron bar, she said, an exaggerated baby talk. Janko grabbed one of his rag toys. More interested in that. She supposed Elizabeth looked at his head for a moment. His dark kinky curls were actually getting long. Maybe she should try to put them in cornrows. She looked at his fat little brown face and dark eyes, he tried to grab her necklace again. Elizabeth had been angry with him for a long time. It wasn't fair to him. He was just a helpless, Very cute baby. He bonked her with one of his rag dolls. Maybe he wasn't so helpless. Maybe I'll do it when you're asleep. She told him you're a wiggly little warrior. Then she peeked out the tent flap again. There were no guards near just one at the front of the caravan and one way at the back Elizabeth put her fingernail into the catch and popped the lock it open. A tiny folded piece of parchment fell out. It was old looking Elizabeth was pretty sure Drass gave this locket to raven Rider. Jans was too serious, if she remembered correctly, that meant that the piece of parchment was either about 60 years old or over 400 depending on whether you counted bethany in time or our world time. She very carefully unfolded it. Ancient harem was not her specialty, but she took a look, raven Rider. I've had this for a while. I think it's key to our quest, but can't figure it out. Are you interested in coming? It must have been draws, she thought absentmindedly. Elizabeth glanced out of the tent again. No guards were looking so she tossed the paper onto the pebbles on the ground. The next candle in line crushed it into the rock. No one saw it expecting great things. She looked inside the locket. It had, well, lots of long squiggly lines on the right hand side and a long string line that went toward the edge and met up with another line with exes on it. The other side of the locket had another set of squid lee's Elizabeth lost interest in it, she closed the lock it and dropped it down her neck before jan car could grab it. She still felt helpless. The locket told her nothing. Her trip to her old home had been wasted. Elizabeth moved a sleeping goat aside to lay Janker back down. If the smell from his bottom region was any indication it was time for a change. How could one little boy stink so much? She sniffed herself and discussed desert travel and limited water usage, cause this, if she had to stay on this camel much longer, she was going to smell like the goats or camels method. The goat had laughed at her that night, they reached the next system. Zet was livid somehow had cracked. The travelers still had enough water to make it to the next cistern, but they would have to slow down. That made set even matter Elizabeth laughter herself. She wondered if they were struck by a dust storm, if he would get so angry he'd have a stroke or something that night. She had no bad dreams