Chapter 10: One Time for a Good Breakfast

Grace sat on the edge of the cot. She was starting to feel overwhelmed by the events of the day. She leaned over and rubbed her eyes. “Wake up, wake up, wake up.” She dropped her hands to her lap. She had tried many different things like pinching and slapping herself, none of which have worked so far. She thought of Gwen, and how scared she must be, even though she would love the idea of Alloria itself.

She laid down on the cot and stared at the top of the tent. The men were chattering amongst themselves outside. It was somewhat soothing but she could not get over how awkward she felt when she was around them. Although they were not supposed to exist, she felt like the odd one out. She considered that someone could have knocked her out, dragged her here, and they were all just a bunch of freaks cosplaying, but some things didn’t add up.

She definitely saw fairies, and most certainly felt the ground shake with minitour storming towards her. She felt like it was real, even though she d