Ariana ~ I can't stand up. "What's going on?" I whimper, hoping for some answers. "You're going to market. Right. Now," Ember says, snapping her fingers. I wake up again, tired together with three other girls, and being floated through a busy market.

And most of the wares are … people. Dread grips me in its icy hand. Ember goes over to a busy stall, where a gruff, brutish man is standing. "Changeling Flare," Ember says in a false sweet voice. "What wastes have you today?" he asks, his voice muffled by his dark brown--red hair.

"Three female mortals, all ready to be shipped to Frostflake mountain. All healthy, fine mortals," Ember says. "UK be the judge of that," the man growls.

He comes up to me, lifting up my hair, then my lips to look at my teeth. "She'll do. But she won't last long in the mines. Unless she has some common sense. She'll be better off as a maid. I'll pay ten white got her."

"Sold." 

Myria~

I fall to the ground with a thud. A few seconds later the little fairy lands next to me, trying not to laugh. But she isn't so little anymore; she has grown to my size. But then I see grass blades taller than my head, so maybe I am the one who shrunk. She helps me to my feet then zooms away, apparently forgetting that I am wing-less.

"Wait!" I call to her, but she is too far away to hear me. I start trudging after her through the tall grass and getting long, deep cuts on my face, arms and legs. Did she lie to me and bring me hear just to watch me suffer through the field? Even seeing dandelions as big as saucer-sleds doesn't make me feel any better. I am so hot, it seems the farther I walk the brighter the sun is. A sudden hot breeze parts the grass in front of me and I see a change in the field. Now it is sunburnt and golden, with grass that I can actually walk through. I start to run to the easier field, and just as I am about to reach it I am caught under the arms and pulled straight into the air!

"Where were you?!? I looked for you forever! You almost went into the Sunspot field!" I peer awkwardly over my shoulder and see the same fairy who abducted me earlier yelling at me.

"Where were you!?! You just left me by myself! I got all cut up with the grass looking for you!" I shout at her, hot, scratched, and peeved.

“Sorry, forgot you couldn’t fly. When the Great Mother accepts you tonight you’ll get your wings,” she says sheepishly, and when I open my mouth to ask more questions she puts in, “the Great Mother is the oldest Swiftflower. When a changeling who was switched without the child’s parent’s consent is found and can prove he or she is the switched fairy then the Mother gives them their wings.” But what happens if they can't prove it?

Okay, here I go again.

Miri~

I have one more question. To 'Her Highness'. "Where am I?" I ask. "On Frostflake mountain." Princess Icicle says, with a flick of her hair. Juat like those popular girls at school. I think, clenching my teeth. "I mean, where is Frostflake Mountain?" I ask. If someone as dumb as you even knows, I want to add. Her Highness says "The Feywild, stupid human scum. Now GO!" "Perhaps someone else should get you water. I don't know where-" 

"Ask some other slave, then. But GO!" Princess Icicle yells at me. There it is again. Slave. Well then, Your Highness, let's see how you fare with ME. I grab a wooden bucket and start to run down the steps to what I suppose is the mines. Well, of course this is the mines. Dust of green, blue, and pink is flying through the air. I cough, then glance over at another girl, about my age. "Can you tell me where the water is?" I yell through the noise, my eyes streaming from the dust. Wordlessly she points next to the castle where a pump is, with a fearful glance at the Frostflake guards overseeing. "Thank you!" I yell. She nods, a half smile on her face. I make my way up the hill, swinging the bucket as I go. I pump water into it until every muscle in my arms ach and the bucket is full. I lug the bucket slowly to the castle, making sure not spill any as I walk up the numerous flights of stairs to Princess Icicle's chamber. Once I get there, she tells me "There's a goblet over there. Fill it up and hand it to me." I open my mouth to protest, but she says smugly, "I forgot to tell you. I don't allow my slave to talk." I close my mouth. That's so unfair! I give her the evil eye, the song from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron titled Get off of My Back going through my head as I walk downstairs.

End of post.

Here's a sample of the song.

Get off of my back,

And out of my face.

Get out of my way,

And into my game.

That's about all that I can remember off of the top of my mind.

Swift says "bpaw." Bye Paw? Bye Pa? Bite Paw? Bite Pa?