Cold, the land was dry, water would be a miracle right now… The castle is guarded with machinery used in wars. I must go for bread, as I do every year. But suddenly the dry air turned into mist. This must mean we are close. Closer, and closer until I bumped into something, I felt around. Someone? There is never people out on cold days like today. “Who are you? we don’t like trespassers.” The mysterious man said. “I come here every year for bread and milk.” I mumbled, not looking up as it was very blurry without my glasses. “You, a little child, out here all by yourself? This must be scary” he whispered in my ear, grabbing my hand. I had learned about kidnapping, but I didn’t feel the need to protect myself. Eventually we were at the bread and fresh milk stand. “Thank you kind sir!” I said. I finally look up seeing a blurry image of the king. This kind sir was the king! I was so excited to go back home and tell Ma.