Jon Anderson's Story

Jon was a little out of it. He started to open his eyes, he saw clouds and smiled. It smelled really good to almost like he was outside near a garden. His eyes shot open as he shot up to his feet. "Okay keep calm this is a dream, you are sleeping." He said to himself as he looked around to see that he was on a floating island. he walked over to the edge and looked down. All he could see was sky and cloud. Jon took a few steps back and pinched himself. "Ow!" he shouted "Yea.... I am not dreaming and I will now freak out." Jon proceeded to have a mild panic attack. "H-how on earth? W-w-w-whats thi-?" he started to pace thinking of some way that his could possibly not be really. He turned to look around but did not see anyone out. "Awee man." He said as he fell back down on the ground and looked back up at the sky. "Mom is going to kill me." he said as he rolled over and stood back up. "There is no way this could get any worse." He said as he started to walk towards the town. He then heard some sound like people running at him in full plate "Stop!" Jon turned around in time to see soldiers pointing weapons at him. "Oh god please don't kill me." He said

"My lady... my lady!" yelled a messenger. Amalthea jerked back being startled out of her train of thought.

"Yes... what is it?" she asked

The messenger bowed and then stood up straight "The guards have captured a trespasser should they bring him before you?" he said.

Amalthea blinked with puzzled look on her face she wasn't expecting anyone from one of the lower kingdoms and the soothsayers weren't expected until next week. "Yes bring him in of course" she said with a gentle nod.

The messenger nodded again and stepped out soon some of her royal guards came dragging a man behind them by the arms.
"Pick him up to his feet for goodness sake I know you rarely have an emergency to tend to but I will not have someone treated wrongly am I understood" she said in a firm but kind tone of voice.

The guards nodded and picked the man up to his feet, Amalthea walked up to the man even with worried looks of the guards.

"I am the Princess Amalthea, and who might you be good sir?" she asked.

She smiled gently at him he was an odd sight indeed, she had never seen anyone that looked quite like him. Blazing orange hair, a sun kissed skin tone, most people in her land looked as she did. Silvery white hair and sparkling cream colored tone of skin but this man.... what was it about this man... was this the man from the prophecy?

Jon started to be dragged towards the castle that was up the road a little bit. The worst part was he was literally dragged there. "Hey come on man.... ow that hurt." they entered the castle and he should have stayed quiet but he did. "Nice place you have here." he was then shaken. "Okay ill stay quiet." They dragged him further into the castle and he just remain quiet. They had finally stopped and he heard a girl say to pick him up onto his feet. The girl walked up to him he felt bad being covered in some dirt that he had picked up from the dragging.

"I am the Princess Amalthea, and who might you be good sir?" the girl asked.

"Well um you see my name is Jon. I have no idea how I got here." he said even though" he said as he somehow managed to run his hand through his hair with some contorting of course. "It's also really nice to meet you Amalthea." he was then shaken "Okay I get it but Princess first." He turned to look back at her and smiled and bowed his head as best as he could. "It's an honor to meet you Princess Amalthea." He raised his head back up still smiling even though he was still held.