Alana

That morning, Francine came down knocking at the door of the cabin house where I stayed the night.

“Our lady? The queen luna sent a letter for you,” she excitedly handed me a piece of a dainty small pink envelope.

My heart thumped out of its cage when I opened it and read it. For a few months that I stayed in the castle, I was already able to read and write sentences to the delight of my tutors who complimented me for being a fast learner.

I let out an air first before I finished reading the letter.

“Alana? What is it? Can you tell me what the...