It took two weeks of being stuck in this camp with my fellow team discussing plans without me before I was finally let in on some information. It was very little information, but it was something, so I'll take whatever I am given.

I was sitting in my tent doodling on a piece of paper with a very blunt pencil. I had found them around the camp during one of my walks. When I say walks, I mean I just went in circles around the clearing, as nobody was allowed out unless permission had been given, and I wasn't going to get that anytime soon.

Lucas's head popped into my tent and asked me to come out to join them by the fire that had been created in the centre of the camp. So I packed away my doodles and made my way to the fire. I lowered myself down on one of the logs and made myself comfortable, ready to listen to the minimal amount of information I knew I was about to be given. I saw that it wasn't just my group that were discussing plans, but it was the whole camp that had gathered themselves around the roaring fire.

Once everyone in the camp was settled and quiet, I now saw how bleach blonde everyone's hair was. It seemed to be due to the fire light shining so bright on their golden locks. I don't know why, but the longer these people were outside, the whiter their hair got. I guess the sun was more damaging than I first thought.

I was still making my observations when one of the many heads stood up and cleared his voice to silence the stragglers.

"I know many of you have been here awhile and have completed your missions, but we need as many spare hands as possible on the next one. You have probably gone through your new plans, and I'm happy to tell you that we have finally been given the green light to start our journey for this mission. We will be going in intervals, and you will all be told your orders by your team leader. We can't have any group out of order, so if you start catching up with the group in front, please pace yourself. You are in this order for a reason. This will be our last night, so I would like you all to clean up before you leave. Anybody got any questions because, after this, I want everyone to get prepared."

A man not much older than me opened his mouth and directed himself to the man who had just spoken. "Do we get any of those trained guards with us this time? There seems to be a lot, and my team would definitely feel happier with one."

I guessed by guards he meant the many holders milling around the camp. I know for a fact at least a high percentage of them came with us, if not all of them.

The original man answered him with a wildly exaggerated smile that was for sure being used to make the man more comfortable. Still, it looked very odd on his stern face. It just didn't look natural. "Unfortunately, all the guards already have their stations, and if they aren't assigned to your team, it means you are not seen to need them."

The man who had asked the question huffed but said nothing else. Many of the other questions were very generic, such as what would happen to the stuff they needed to leave behind, if they would come back to this camp, or if they could return if anything were to happen to their group. It seemed that once everyone had left the camp, each team was very much on their own with no base camp or any plan on how to get home safely, but I assumed they would decide that once we had all completed our objectives.

Once everyone had asked their questions, people slowly drifted back to their relevant groups in rapid conversation. The atmosphere now felt very different. It felt tense, but there was also a sense of relief. I guess people had been waiting a long time to finally start their mission.

I sat down by the fire a lot longer than the others; after all, I wasn't really in a rush, and since I didn't know what the mission was or what the journey would entail, I decided to enjoy the warm fire.

But once the fire had started to die down and the smoke was now wafting into my face, I decided to make my way back to my tent.

As I started climbing into my tent, my name was called from amongst my group, who had settled themselves on the logs outside our group of tents.

"Hey, Daisy, come sit down. We need to go over our plan tomorrow." Hope moved along the log and patted it as she spoke. She smiled, but it wasn't full. It was very reserved. I sat down on the small area left on the log and gave a small smile to show I was listening. I had no misgivings that they would give me any more information, but I was rather surprised when Carmen started talking.

"I know we haven't really told you much, but we can let you in on a few things now that we start our journey tomorrow. I'll start with where exactly we are going in case anything happens or we get separated for some reason. We will be making our way to the castle, which is about a day's walk away from here. As for when we will be going, we have been told that we will be the last group to go since our mission relies on the others keeping everyone busy, so we can effectively carry out our mission. Do you have any questions so far?" There was only one question I wanted to ask, and I doubted that it would be answered, but what was the harm in asking?

"What exactly are we supposed to be doing once we get to the castle?" Carmen looked around at the holders and at the many people still wandering around the camp, then back at the rest of the group. Many of them shook their heads.

I have to say, recently, I have noticed that they seem to be a bit more wary around me. I've even noticed times when they would jump at my presence.

"We can't tell you now, but we can let you in on a few things on our way so you are not too lost." The minute Carmen said those words, his eyes moved directly away from me. Whatever they had discussed in their plans had definitely changed their attitude towards me.

Honestly, I got more than I ever could have imagined. What's better is they are going to tell me more about our mission tomorrow, and I finally know where we are going.

A castle!

I have never seen a castle before, well I have in pictures like nearly everything outside my room. I'm almost twenty-one! And I have barely seen anything, and it's not like I am seeing anything for its true beauty. After all, I have these stupid tinted glasses that make everything a little grey and dull. I had taken them off in my tent a few times, so I at least got to see the green tent for its actual colour, and it's not the murky green I can see through the glasses. Hopefully, I can take them off soon because I'm fed up with them. It's not like I need them, so all it does is disrupt my view.

Now that Carmen had finished telling me the small information, they all started to huddle up again, and I decided that was my hint to skedaddle, so I rose and got ready for bed. As I left, Hope piped up, telling me we would leave at midday and that I needed to get up early to help clear up the camp with the others.

Since we were leaving for good tomorrow, I decided to get the clothes I had arrived in ready for me in the morning. I had cleaned it up during the week in a nearby stream that we had been instructed to use and had folded it neatly in the bottom of my bag. Since then, I had been wearing some simple clothing that I had been provided, but I assumed that we would need to get all dressed up again since we would finally be doing what we came here for. I didn't really see why we needed to be all dressed up unless we were here to perform a show which I doubt was the case because then there would be no reason to be so secretive about it.

Maybe we would see some kind of royalty and try to trade. But then why would we need to keep people busy when we arrive. I have never made a deal, but I very much doubt you do it secretively.

So if it's not a performance, a meeting or a trade. It makes me think of only one other thing: an attack. This really is the only option left, but I hope that it's not that because I don't think I'm up for hurting anybody, guilty or not.

Maybe they hoped that since I was locked up for so long that I would hate all humankind, but honestly, I don't hate anyone. I had no room to be angry. I am finally out, and I will treasure every minute of it. But I still can't imagine anything making me want to hurt someone for any reason. I especially can't imagine fighting for the people who locked me up. I can't see why they think I would, which makes me question things even more.

Why take me out of my box but still keep me guarded with cuffs still tightly attached? Because I'm still their prisoner, I can just smell the fresh air this time.

If it is a fight, I can't imagine I'm going to be involved in it as I have no training and can only just about run. If I do have powers, I can't even access them, so I am no use to them whatsoever. I honestly don't think they have thought this through at all. I do hope if I do this mission, then I will be free when I get back to Earth.