The Beautiful Stranding

Chapter Three The Thought

When I return to our little camp I'm very happy. I may actually have a friend. Which I've never really had before since my father is the king of the United Kingdom. I don't get out much because of strict rules that are unforced by the guards.
"Where have you been Dylan?" Asks my father. "We were about to go to sleep." he says.
"Where do you plan on sleeping?" I ask. Because there's obviously only mud, grass and dirt on the ground. He pulls back a few large leaves and there are three hammocks made out of the plane seat covers.
"Will this do?" He laughs. I nod and laugh. I scramble into my hammock and I immediately fall asleep.
When I wake up I am starving. "What are we going to eat dad?" I ask.
"I don't know. But I did find a lot of nuts." He says. By the sound of his voice I can tell that he is uneasy about how long we will be here and if we will survive.
All I can do is think about Magic that day. I haven't heard his neigh at all. I want to see him, he's my friend. But I know I can't let my father know about him. He will freak and be afraid if there are any more. He's terribly afraid of horses. He's perfectly fine being pulled in a carriage but he can't stand being around them while they're not in a harness, or when they're just roaming.
When I see my father frustrated when he can't get a radio signal back from the base. I start to get worried. I ask myself "Will we survive?"