Book One: Chapter Four
It was a cold night and the sound of a woman grunting was lost among the loud cracking of thunder outside. She laid on a hay mattress on the dirt floor of a small room with stone walls and a thatched roof. Her long curly black hair framed her beautiful round face as she squeezed her pale blue eyes closed and furrowed her brow. She cried out suddenly in pain. Adala’s light blue eyes shot open. She sat up from her pillow and looked at her sleeping sister next to her on the bed. It was still dark outside. She looked on her other side, to Sartie, also sleeping. She lay back down. A minute later, there was a single knock sound against the balcony door. Adala sat up. There was the sound again and Alora opened her eyes. “What was that?” Alora asked, sitting up and looking at the wooden door with her sister. “Maybe it’s your admirer,” Adala smiled. “What?!” Alora retorted. “Shhh!” she whispered. “You might wake Sartie.” The twins got up off the bed. They both wore a formless sh...