Chapter 11

Everything looked white. I could hear voices but they sounded so far away, like they were at the other end of a tunnel. I groaned as something touched my hand and the voices started drawing nearer.

The voices were loud… very loud, and I could also hear music. That was strange because no one played music in my village and I began to wonder if I was dreaming before a name suddenly popped into my mind.

Crista.

My memory immediately started to come back as the white vision receded hazily to the edges to give way to the world. My hearing returned to normal just as my vision did and I realized that the voices I had actually been hearing were screams. They weren't screams of terror, they were happy screams.

I blinked rapidly as I took in my surroundings. I was in a corner of a horse-drawn cart that was moving down a street which was alive with music and celebration by people putting a show up and down it.