The Book of Mara
down, sitting on the stained grey mattress that felt harder than rocks underne
eemed frivolous when I wasn't sure exactly what I would find. The one thing I wish I had grabbed the most was my hair tie. My long curly re
I expected my reunion with my brother to go. I guess it was na?ve of me to think that, if I found him, he would imm
.. n
h as the hard mattress caused that simple everyday movemen
out and coughed. "Th
my breath. I had almost succeeded when the wooden door swu
demanded her vi
. His arms, legs, and chest were covered in what looked like odd white leather. All of them were held in place by some black straps that were sewn int
es and the nose he had inherited from our father. As
owed that he probably had already seen a few battles. Across his cheek and up to his temple were the same golden markings that everyone
ace was
k. I'm your sister, Mara,
pid enough to fall for that. You're a spy. I just want to know e
spy! I told you what I was d
e reverberating off the stone
nfront him. "I am your sister! I have searched for yo
if he thinks he can have someone pretend to be my sister," he snarled. "Although, I h
for any information. I am here for you. I have spent the last 10 years t
t, the first wisps of doubt floating thr
in the room. "But, no matter, once the King gets back with the Sorcerer, he'll get the truth out
tood why he would feel that I was not his sister. Looking and
ng over me was
ter. The man who brought me down from the hilltop stood at the threshold with a large
u," I sai
ach," he h
'ach," I
unger and half as scary... well, I thought to myself ey
to the food
epeated, pointi
y, stopping just short of
the whole plate and said
ted at the slab of meat th
, unders
bout learning new languages was the context. One word could mean a million things, and w