hahahha it just feels so dodgy!!! oh well, i'll just see where it goes.
Aladdin suddenly gathered his hindquarters beneath him and launched into a flat gallop. If my hands had not been securely wrapped around the reins and his coal black mane, I surely would have landed on the ground. Before I had a chance to straighten my seat, we were in the castle shadow; the old woman patted Aladdin and murmured something in a different language. On closer inspection, the path down into the ground was big enough for a horse, and I sighed in relief, knowing that I would never leave Aladdin, my only link to the world I had left behind. I followed her down into the ground, not pausing to wonder why we were almost sneaking around.
Once beneath the colossal castle, the woman pressed another indented rock, and the pathway lifted back to conceal us underground. She spun suddenly to face Aladdin and I, her wiry ebony hair spinning as she turned.
“Greetings Moonstalker, my name is Kara. This is not the promised one. Where is he?” she asked abruptly, walking up to Aladdin and placing her calloused hand on his shoulder.
I fumbled for an answer. Surely the primeval woman had lost her mind!
“U-um excuse m-me?” I stammered, unsure of what she was asking.
“Emir, the prince cheval!” she almost shouted it at me.
I knew not what to answer. What was a cheval? And who was Ee-meer?
“Mother!” cried a minute but irritated voice.
From the shadows of the underground tunnel, came another small woman. She too, had the midnight skin, and black tresses of the elderly woman, but her features were youthful, and the harsh lines of age did not cross her face. She was looking at me in wonderment.
“Katerina! Go away!” said the wizened woman, but her daughter paid no heed to her command.
“Is it truly another Moonstalker? Has she come to save us mother?” asked the younger coal coloured woman.
I took a deep breath, knowing that now was the right time to speak up.
“I do not understand what you believe me to be,” I said, hearing the slight catch of nervousness in my voice,” But my name is Shaylee, and I’m not a Moonstalker or whatever you just called me.”
“Hang on! You don’t know you’re a Moonstalker?” said the woman I now knew as Katerina.
“I don’t even know what a Moonstalker is,” I replied, looking apprehensively at Katerina’s stunned face.
I’m not exactly sure what happened after Katerina’s last words. She explained later that I had fainted, but I knew myself that I had never fainted before in my seventeen years, and that at that time I had been feeling quite sedate although curious. The fact of the matter was, somehow I had passed out. I awoke sprawled on a mattress, noticing that my well-worn jodhpurs and blue cotton shirt had been replaced with a gown of unfamiliar material that was not known to me. I sat up and eyed my surroundings. I realised with sudden fear that I was still underground, in a large airy cave lit by sunlight through a single hole