The white door looked strange in the middle of nowhere, with no adjacent wall, and it stood all alone among the trees in Frinda's forest. Carla closed the door and using her fingers around the edge of the door began to seal it like you zip a suitcase, and the door disappeared. in so much trouble,” Carla declared, as she walked away from the now invisible door. They walked through the quiet, dimly lit village, with Carla telling Alison the grim details of the previous war. Of how the villagers were once proud custodians of rich lands fit for a king, until Prince Amir poisoned the lands, making the fields unworthy of growing wheat and barley. As animals could no longer live in this kingdom, for the grass that now grew was poisoned and just a morsel it would kill the animals. That's why the grass had turned orange and even the trees had become strange and disfigured. "Just up here and we'll be at the gates of the palace," Carla declared, pointing to a winding cobbled path that passed in front of some houses built of clay. .“Hey, I'm Zindel!” Alison exclaimed excitedly to her mother, when they saw Zindel emerge from a hole. “Zindel, ZINDEL!” Alison shouted. Zindel gasped, unsure of who was calling him so harshly. Zindel shouted, rolling his eyes. “You can't stay away, can you?” he smiled and stared at Alison's partner mother, as the queen asked. Can you let us into the palace?” Alison asked cheekily. Zindel sighed deeply, with a harsh shrug. He walked away and headed towards the palace. He wasn't much of a conversationalist, his hair was his main concern, as he tried... in the middle of the paper... a small seed appeared. “Wow mom, how did you do it?” Alison asked in amazement as she saw the little blue seed that had appeared out of nowhere. “A secret,” Carla winked. He bent down and sewed the seed to the side of the door. When he had sown, he stood up and said: "Planto a flosculus caeruleus." And with those magical words the seed quickly grew into a blue daisy-like flower. "Here, just hope he doesn't get crushed," Carla thought aloud as she rubbed her hands to remove some dirt from her fingers and walked through the door, closing it immediately. "Then let's have some tea, I'm dying of hunger," she smiled. Carla, as if the evening that what they had just spent was a normal everyday day. She opened the door again and the ladder under the stairs was waiting for them to go up the stairs followed by Alison, who hoped that that day was over.