Black Moon Draw (Chapter Five, page 1 of 20)


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I always wanted to go on an adventure. Preferably one to the Bahamas or somewhere with warm beaches.

Nibbling on the last piece of cheese, I've spent the past half an hour debating whether or not being trapped in this book or dream - whatever this is - is a chance to be the person I wish I was, to make a go at starting over, and if it's better for me to sit in the carriage and do what I'm told.

I stare at my hand, waiting for it to give some kind of guidance. Like maybe how to get the hell out of this dream and back to my world or at least if I should stay in the carriage or risk leaving. The words scrolling across my palm stopped after the warning about the fork, leaving only the countdown.

Suddenly, shouts come from outside the wagon. I can't quite make them out through the wooden walls. They're followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

"Looks like I'm leaving." I replace the cheese and stand, eyes on my bare feet. I'd rather have on tennis shoes if I have to make a run for it and start digging through the contents of the wagon. A hooded cloak hangs on one wall, along with boots that are far too large for my feet. There's nothing beneath the pillows on my side, so I go to the side where the Red Knight sat and rifle through the satchels and pouches tucked along one side.

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