The Writings of a Dreamer

They had travelled for 3 hours before they stopped in a wood for breakfast. It was another 5 hours after that before lunch. They travelled in silence, only talking when they were thirsty or needed the bathroom. By evening they were very close to the capital. The Guardian had said that they wouldn’t travel in to the city until the next day. They had supper and slept.

The next day the girl and the Guardian flew over and around the town, searching for a good place to enter on foot. They found an alley and landed at the entrance. The girl waited for the Guardian to turn into a pigeon. The Guardian flew overhead as the girl hurried through the alleyways.
“The Palace is ahead! Be careful!” the Guardian cried in pigeon.
“Ok!” The girl replied, also in pigeon. She clung to her bow and arrow, in case she needed it. Her quiver hung loosely on her back and she tightened it. She didn’t know if these guards would attack girls or not. The bandits did.
As they approached the castle, the girl became more and more nervous. She tried not to show it, though, by walking proudly, with her head high. The guards spied the girl quickly but did not put themselves on their guard, though she had her weapon. The girl strode up to the gate-and the head guard.
“May I come in,” the girl said sweetly.
“Your name,” The guard growled
“I don’t have one,” The girl said calmly. “Tell the queen that her daughter from eleven years ago has come to meet her.”
The Head Guard gasped, bowed and ran into the house shouting, “Princess Tralonia has come! The namesake of the country has come!”
The Girl looked at the guardian, puzzled. “What was that all about? Tell me!” She asked the Guardian in Pigeon. The Guards stared at her. What was the Princess saying? And why was she squawking like that? The girl saw the puzzled looks on the Guards’ face and said, in the language of her people, “I grew up with this bird. I know the language of the birds.”
“Oh” Said one of the Guards.
Suddenly, a beautiful lady with flowing red hair and a crown on her head came rushing out of the palace-the queen. The girl bowed before her mother as she approached. When she stood up again, the queen stopped, all of a sudden, and looked at the girl, noticing a startling resemblance in the girl to herself. The Queen exclaimed “My Daughter has returned!” and gave her daughter a hug and started to lead her inside. The girl stopped her. “Wait. I must bring my adopted mother with me.”
“Adopted Mother?” The Queen asked.
“Yes.”
“Where is she?”
“Over there,” the girl pointed to the Guardian. “She brought me up, fed me, and taught me how to defend myself. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her.”
“That pigeon brought you up?”
“Well, there’s a bit more to it than that, but I will explain that later.” The girl beckoned to the pigeon and it flew over and landed on her shoulder. Then she followed her mother inside.