Dreamer

Prologue

"Are you sure she's actually royalty?"

"Of course. Unless the Smithsonian is lying to us and just wanted us to take her off their hands." Larry assured Teddy as they neared a new exhibit. "We just need to be careful. This is the first time she'll be waking up and we don't know enough about her to expect a reaction."

"We know that she's from the medieval period of time. Should that be enough?" Sacagawea mentioned.

"Not exactly," Larry shrugged. "We need to know what kind of personality she has, to make sure she won't, you know, attack us or something." The group slowed down as they neared the exhibit. Day-shift employees had already removed the princess from her crate and had laid the polyurethane figure on the bed, where she would be displayed during daylight. Her arms were folded neatly and resting on her stomach, she was wearing a white gown with golden encresents stitched expertly into the shoulders and chest area. Her hair was pulled back into a small bun, a few small golden flowers woven into the right side of her hair. She was, undoubtedly, beautiful.

The room itself was just as beautiful; almost everything was gold and white. On the vanity at the side of the room rested several old and battered journals, a bright diamond and amythest crown resting in a glass case at the foot of her bed. It was then that Teddy brought the attention to the group:

"Why is she not awake yet?"

Larry's face dropped as silence followed the question.

"Where's Ahkmenrah?"