The Dooms of the Dunes Chapter 8

                                                                 The Dooms of the Dunes chapter 8
                                         The Dooms of the Dunes Chapter 8
Jierra woke up in a bedroom and bed that looked somewhat like her own. It had black sheets and a pale yellow pillow case. A shiny pink chandelier hovered over it. There was a wooden bedside table painted hot pink. Maybe this had all been a dream after all. No, it hadn't. It had seemed too real. Then Jierra heard her proof. A voice  which Jierra recognized to be Dave's said, "I wet my pants. This was proof because the night before, Dave said that he had to pee. Then Dave walked in. His pants were wet, alright. They were wet all the way from his crotches to his ankles. It looked like there had been a flood! Dave noticed that Jierra was staring. He said, "Stop staring! It's humiliating." Jierra snickered. Dave said, "I'm changing the subject. Last night, after that dirtier threw a rock at you and you fainted, me and Edlia waited until the dirtier went back to his castle, and we picked you up and followed him. We found this room in the palace of the dirtiers and put you in it. It is morning now. You are right, we are not going back home until the dirtiers and co-" "The dirtiers and king." Jierra corrected. "Whatever. Anyway, we are not going back home until the dirtiers and co. are dead." "Where's Edlia?" Jierra suddenly jerked up in bed as if she had sat on a pin. Dave pointed to the door. Edlia opened it, peeked in, and waved.