*Avis' POV*

"Hey Avis, Fancy meeting you here."

Jacklyn smiled at me as a gaped at the sight of her. She really was here! Oh, was she here because I wished she was here? Have I condemned her to death by fire!?! Wait, who says we're gonna die? Well, obviously my imagination does.

"My Lord, The child was found at Old Toms farm. She was found by a strange large metal contraption." One of the guards announced. I glanced at Jacklyn, my eyes asking the question. What the heck are they talking about?

"The truck." Jacklyn mouthed my way. Realization filled my eyes and I nodded.

"Interesting. Halt, you will go examine this metal contraption immediately. Guards you are dismissed to leave the girl in the care of Rangers Will and Gilan." Jacklyns eyes widened as she stared at the three rangers. The guards led her over to stand beside me.

"What is going on here?" Jacklyn asked me quietly.

"Apparently we are in the year 650 and all of our favourite book characters are present. Well, from Rangers Apprentice any way. If Vin from Mistborn pops up somewhere I'll scream." I told her. Will rose an eyebrow, he had clearly overheard our conversation.

"I shall leave you to it then, Baron." Halt said. He left the room, leaving me and Jacklyn shuffling our feet awkwardly.

"This night keeps getting stranger." Baron Arald scoffed, rubbing his head. "And where are you from, Girl. Are you from this Neevadar too?" I glared at him.

"It's Nevada." I said, sounding hurt. "We Nevadans are prideful people when it comes to the pronunciation of our fine state." Jacklyn smirked at my reply.

"No, Sir. I'm from Texas." Jacklyn said. The Barons gaze became irritated as he glanced between Gilan and Will to see if they recognized the name.

"It's a state in the United States of America as well, Sir." I clarified. Jacklyn was trying not to laugh at the confused faces of the three men.

"Out of all my years, you two are the strangest case to ever step through the door. And I've had to deal with Will climbing up a tower to steal a paper in my study!" At the mention of it, me and Jacklyn grinned widely.

"Happy to be of service, Sir." Jacklyn said, saluting. I giggled and glanced back at the baron.

"How old are the two of you?" The baron asked.

"Fifteen!" We announced at the same time. Baron let out a sigh of relief.

"Will. Take these two down to the ward and get them situated. The choosing for fifteen year olds is in six months. Till then, they can continue studies and be kept out of trouble." Will nodded, and took me by my arm and Jacklyn by the chain on her leather cuffs. Huh, wonder why she's wearing those? My mom assumed I'd always be the first one in handcuffs out of all my friends.

Will led us through the castle, down the spiral stair cases, until we reached the court yard. From there, he led us over to a wooden door. He knocked quickly and a plump woman answered the door. Her face paled slightly at the sight of Will.

"Denise, Baron Arald has requested these two be put with the fifteen year olds. They will stay here until they choose." Will announced, pulling us forward.

"Umm, Ranger Will, Sir. Can I please have these off." Jacklyn asked politely holding up her bound wrists for the ranger to see. Will's eyes widened and he quickly unlocked her cuffs. She rubbed her wrists subconsciously and thanked him.

"Come along, girls. Let's get you into more appropriate clothing." Denise said, eyeing our clothes. I don't blame her for being horrified. At this day in age, we are showing way to much skin. Jacklyn's wearing jeans with them rolled up half way up her shins, and I'm wearing shorts. Probably not the best idea. We are ushered into the building, and Denise turns the lamp up, making the room brighter. She set out to make us coffee, which Jacklyn accepted eagerly. I refused, taking in my surroundings. I heard a slight shuffling as two girls peer around the corner. They are wearing white night gowns and night caps. Their blonde hair hung in their faces as they tried to catch a glimpse of us. They look around fifteen, our age.

"Arielle, Lesly. If you're going to pry, you may as well help. Lesly, find the girls some spare night gowns. Arielle, come fetch them something to eat." Denise ordered. The girls scampered to do as they were told. Lesly returned a moment later with two cream colored night gowns draped over her arms.

"You can change down the corridor and to the left." Lesly told us quietly. I glanced at Jacklyn and she stood.

"I'll go first." She told me. I nodded and she took the night gown, disappearing down the corridor.

"What is your name?" Lesly asked, sitting down beside me.

"Avis."I said hesitantly. She smiled, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Lesly, and that is my sister Arielle." She said beaming.

"Are you the only ones in the ward?" I asked.

"No. Brighton and Derick are also in our year. There are younger children as well." She explained. "Where are you from?"

"I'm not from these parts." I said. After the Baron's discussion with us, I doubt he's appreciate me telling an innocent ward girl that I'm from some country he considers made up.

"Your accent gave that away." Arielle scoffed. Denise glared at her, and Arielle gave her an innocent look.

"It's alright. No, I'm not from Araluen." I agreed.

"You have curious clothes. Is that what is common in your country? It's a little revealing..." Lesly said biting her lip. I smiled and nodded.

"What I am wearing is actually considered modest where I am from. Most girls show almost their whole legs. Mine stop just above my knee." I said. I found it amusing how different our society in modern times was.

"Wow. Doesn't it feel uncomfortable to have that much skin showing though?" Lesly asked.

"No. It's how I was raised." I told her. She looked ready to ask more when Jacklyn entered, wearing the night gown. It made her look like a nun. Every inch was covered, minus a bit of her neck and her head. She gave me an almost pained look.

"Your turn." She said. I grabbed the night gown from Lesly and left them. The corridor was dark, and at the end it split into several different doors. Snoring could be heard from several of them, so I went to the door that was cracked slightly open. It was empty, so I quickly shut it and changed. Not only did the night gown make me look like a nun, it made me feel like one. And it was incredibly hot, as in heat hot, not cute hot...you know what I mean.

I stepped back out and ran into someone in the corridor. I fell down on my butt with an grunt.

"Hey! Watch where you're going! Nun to be here!" I growled. I heard a chuckle and saw a hand appear in front of my face to help me up.

"Nun to be?" A voice asked. I came face to face with a boy my age. He had light blond hair and brown eyes. He was several inches taller than me, but then again, I'm a short person.

"Have you seen this night gown?" I scoffed. He smiled.

"Hi, I'm Brighton." He said.

"Avis."

"Are you new to the ward?" He asked. I nodded.

"The baron just sent us here. Ranger Will dropped us off a couple minutes ago." He rose an eyebrow.

"Ranger? What did you do to attract the attention of a ranger?" He asked.

"Cause a little commotion in a restaurant." I said smiling. Even though this predicament was unfortunate, I was proud of my grand entrance.

"Why?"

"Go big or go home." I said. He laughed and the two of us walked down the corridor back towards the others. Denise sat me down next to Jacklyn.

"You girls are to behave while you live here. You will complete your studies and you are not to cause ruckus. Do you understand?" We both nodded, though I glanced at Jacklyn, who was smirking. We both knew we wouldn't follow the rules.

"Good. Lesly and Arielle will show you to the girls dormitory. Brighton, go back to bed." Denise ordered.

"Yes ma'am." They all responded. Brighton smiled at me.

"See you in the morning, Girls." The four of us girls said goodnight and we headed off to bed. Not that I would sleep that much. I hid under my covers and played angry birds till I fell asleep, where I dreamed of killing green pigs. Stupid pigs.