The Writings of a Dreamer

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This is a conversation between me and you, the Reader.

ME: OH NO! I haven’t written on this blog for eons.

READER: So?

ME: Right? I haven’t, haven’t I?

Reader: maybe

ME: LOOK ON THE DATE ON MY LAST POST!!!! SEPTEMBER 24th!

READER: Yeah, maybe you haven’t posted in a while.

ME: I know. Here is another story….

In the land of Tralonia: chapters 10, 11, and 12.

During that three weeks, life got into a routine of meals, training, scouting and stuff. One day, after two weeks of hanging around, the head officer came into her tent.
“A few of us are going to the city of Micottonae to recruit new soldiers. I was wondering if you would like to come?”
“I will come, certainly.” The Princess said.
“Then pack your things. We will be leaving in the morning.” The head left.
The girl started to pack her things but all the time was wondering why he had asked her to come. Did he mean to leave her behind in he city? Or did he think that she would have some use on the trip. The girl wasn’t sure.

The next day they started on their daylong journey to Micottonae. The girl, as usual, rode on her horse.  Suddenly, the girl had another idea about why she might be coming. Maybe her mother was there waiting for her. The girl frowned at this prospect. She didn’t like her mother very much. She fussed too much and was too hard to please. The girl hoped that that wasn’t the reason.

Chapter 11

When they arrived in Micottonae, they were led to some barracks where they would stay for the night. Because she was a girl, the Princess got a screen around her bed. When they woke up in the morning, they went to recruit. They were in the market square. When they saw the girl, many young boys came, and so did many girls. The Head Officer hired all of them, for they needed as many men as possible. Many Fathers joined up along with their sons. They would spend two days recruiting.
They returned to camp on the third day with all of the men and children they had gathered. They girl chatted with the new girls. One of them asked why she had a horse, and she replied
“I hate to admit it but I’m a princess.”
All of the girls bowed their heads at that but the Princess cried
“Oh, stop it! I hate having people give me tribute!”
The girls laughed and kept walking-and talking.
When they arrived at camp, the Officers who had come with them had to assure the men that they had gotten screens for the girls’ beds. Many pairs of sisters had joined up and they would share beds and friends could share also.

Chapter 12

All the girls were terrified of their first battle. Except for the Princess, of course. (Should the author keep calling her Princess? She doesn’t like the tribute. The Author will stop) She had already thrashed 28 men to bits. Why would she be scared. When the girls strode into battle, (Or rode, in the girl’s case) They had a special fighting sector. They went right at the back. The girl led them. After a few seconds of battle and when their men were fighting and dying but they were doing nothing, the girl led them round the side and ordered them to attack. That was a day-long battle and every single girl survived and only about a quarter of the men did. The girls had glitters of triumph in their eyes. Not only because of the fact that their side had won but because the girls had proved themselves equally good, if not better, as the men.

About that last one, boys, don’t be offended. I am, after all, a girl.

Dreamer