Chapter Eleven

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Yeah, yeah, I know, its been forever, but this chapter is longer than the other ones.

Enjoy!

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Alex's POV

I was led into a large, cavernous room. More men wearing black lined a path that stretched across the room, leading to a throne. On the throne sat a man in flowing purple robes, his head adorned with a silver crown.

"Shaneh jues ehy manah?"

What was he saying? "Um, listen, we speak different languages, so I don't understand you."

He looked confused for a moment. "Ketheth maen deot tona?" When I didn't answer he sighed and signaled the guards. They took me by the arms, leading me back to the cells. I was put into Nat's cell, and they locked the door behind me, walking away while muttering things in their strange language.

She ran up to me, grabbing me by the arm. "What happened?"

"Well," I paused for a moment. "We speak different languages, so we couldn't understand each other. Then I think he gave up and they took me back to the cell," I gestured behind me in the vague direction the guards had been.

"Do you think they'll let us go?"

"Probably, but I can't be sure."

She smiled in relief, then stated, "We should find Jasper."

I nodded in agreement.

"JAS-"

I slapped a hand over Nat's mouth. "We don't want them to come back and find us!"

"Yeah, I know, but how else are we supposed to find him?"

She had a point. "Alright, continue."

"-PER," she finished. There was silence.

"He must be in a different wing of cells." I wrapped my hands around the bars on the cell door. I tugged on them experimentally, and they didn't budge. They're made of iron, I realized. That meant that this place couldn't be much different than Earth. We're probably on Earth, idiot, I scolded myself. But if we were on Earth, and if that was a desert, then this had to be some sort of tribe that had found us. But this tribe didn't look as if it was native to the desert. We must have been close to the edge when they found us. The tribe was probably passing through. Then why were there no life signs in the desert? I mean, I get that it's a desert, but-

"Alex?" Natalie's voice broke through my thoughts. "What is it?"

"We have to get out of here." This desert was probably dangerous. Something hunted all signs of life; that was why we hadn't seen any living things. But it hadn't come out in the daytime, or at dusk. It was nocturnal, but it came out later in the night. These people that had taken us, they looked tough and burly, acting as if they controlled us, but they could have taken us for a completely different reason. Why would a clan of nomads have to capture a few travelers? What use would we be, and why did they take us if we were just passing through? They were trying to protect us. No one in their right mind would walk through a dangerous deserted desert unless they knew it wasn't safe. They probably saw us, saw our naive-ness and took us, trying to act strong and everything. But, now that I thought back to it, there had been traces of fear on their faces.

Whatever it was, they were scared of it.

Which meant that we should be too.

"Okay, wow."

I said that out loud, didn't I? Of course I had. Whoops. Oh well, it was probably for the best that she knew, anyway.

"So, we shouldn't get out," she realized, coming to stand beside me. "Oh. Jasper doesn't know," she whirled to face me. "He'll probably be fighting to get out."

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