What if Narnia's wardrobe was in a psych unit?
Agatha Stone is not the chosen one--she's the last one. She's thirteen, mentally ill, and whiny, but she's all that's left.
She's not what they were expecting, but she's all they have. Maybe with the...
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I awake with Lenox's wing beating me about the head and face. It is, to say the least, a disorienting way to wake up. "Okay, okay! I'm up. Stop hitting me!" I lift my arms to protect my head and he raises his wing. I spring to my feet before he decides to hit me again. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't pleasant.
"Seriously, a couple of taps and then give me a moment to respond." I'm not sure how large his vocabulary is, but he seems to understand me.
Dathid and Jonah have been up for a while. Dathid has made another fire and is currently busy cooking some eggs. I've never been camping before. I've never slept outside, either. It's nice to wake up to the fresh air, but if I never camp again, I'd be really okay with that.
"How much longer do we have to travel?" I'm trying not to whine, but my feet and legs hurt. I don't know how much farther I can go. I should've gone back to Queens when I had the chance. A boat ride is definitely not worth this pain.
"About half a day," Jonah says in such a way it suggests he could be lying to me, but not in a bad way. Like when I would ask Auntie how long something would take and she'd say a couple of minutes but it was over an hour. This trip will probably take most of the day. My feet blister just thinking of all that walking.
We head out, and Jonah stays by my side with his eyes illuminating the dim path in front of us. It's odd not having a change of daylight. All day and night, the sky stays its same deep indigo with stars, a distant sun, and the two moons.
He's silent until I ask, "Do the sun or the moons ever move?"
"Depending on where we are, the sky and the light will be different."
That's intriguing. I want to know more about these different areas and their different light, but Jonah doesn't say anything more about it, so I don't say anything either. Jonah never needs to talk, but today our silence is awkward like he's concerned about something. I don't question him about it because if he's worried, I don't want to know why.
We travel for several hours in silence and then stop for lunch. Lenox brings us a small woodland animal that has fur like a deer, but it's a deep shade of green with black spots. It resembles a kangaroo with large back feet and short arms, but its head is similar to a goat's, with three rounded horns on the top.
As before, Jonah makes a fire and Dathid cleans the meat. Everyone is silent and that worries me, but I still don't say anything. I wish Jonah would tell me what's on his mind.
When we sit down to eat, he sits next to me. "Agatha, what do you know of monsters?"
"Not much," I say with a mouth full of food. "They live under your bed or in a closet. Or like the horror movie ones that eat brains or just people, in general."
Jonah sighs as if he doesn't like my answer. "Do you know why you're going on a voyage?"
