![]() ![]() The hatch had been damaged in a crash, and I drew upon my Crystin strength. I carried the sword with me as I ducked through the door and moved toward the hatch of the Penguinator. I snatched it by its hilt and pulled it free, then used it to slice through my own restraints. ![]() I sat straight up, finding my sword also strapped to the table next to me. It was my job to keep them out of trouble, and there I was, lying in bed. Where there are Smedrys, there are Smedrys in trouble. But I knew it must have something to do with the Smedrys. I had even less idea what the Penguinator would be doing in a burning bakery. I did not know why I, Bastille Vianitelle Dartmoor the Ninth, Princess of Nalhalla and Knight of Crystallia, would now be in a burning Penguinator in my pajamas. The last thing I remembered was throwing a teddy bear at a massive robot in the Free Kingdom of Mokia. Beneath the cinnamon was a faint burning smell, like someone had set a bakery on fire. I was strapped to a bed in a room I recognized from the Penguinator-the Smedry family’s glass ship. I awoke to the distinct scent of cinnamon, and a sense of growing dread. So there I was, in my pajamas, having a perfectly good nap, when the world decided to end. ![]()
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