They throw us in the dungeon.

God knows how long they're going to keep us here.

'Please Bernard.... they're just kids....'

'I SAID IT VERY CLEARLY; SHUT YOUR MOUTH!'

Brevelle has to cover his ears.

How people love to shout.

'Beverly? You okay?'

I nod my head weakly. After weeks of traveling in a smelly cage, this is the closest we can get to relaxation. 'I'm okay. You?'

'Not to mention these rats scattering about, yeah I'm okay.'

'Hey! No talking. The boss will come and get you.'

The man over our heads is constantly scaring us by mentioning his 'boss', or whoever he is.

'We're whispering, numbskull. We're not talking.'

'Whatever. Keep your mouth shut.'

Brevelle flinches but I keep him down. These people are definitely to be screwed up with. 'Calm down, Brevelle. Our legacies will arrive soon.' At hearing this, he seems to have calmed down. Our Movorian Legacies haven't arrived yet, although we're both 8 years old. We just have to wait.

Wait and hope.

'Brevelle?'

'Yeah?'

'How are we going to sleep?'

'Uh... oh yeah, how are we going to....?'

He looks around. 'Well, I guess we will have to sleep while sitting.'

I frown at hearing that. Sleep during sitting? 'That's going to be....'

'Uncomfortable.'

'Yeah.'

'Well, don't worry. I'll keep you warm.'

I smile, and go into his welcoming arms. Moments pass and I start to cry.

'Beverly? What's wrong?'

'I just....I don't want to leave you.' He squeezes me.

'You're the best sister I ever had. We're in this together. Right?'

'I wish I could believe that, Brevelle. But we don't know what's in store for us next.'

'Yeah, but hopefully our legacies will arrive.'

I look at him, nodding.

'Hopefully.