Miley’s mouth hit the ground or it would have anyway if it weren’t for the fact that she was gagged. It wouldn’t do for them to see how overcome she was. To think that she thought we could fight this place and actually win. It would have been a massacre but then again they would have had to catch us first. Well that’s one point to them, she thought wryly as she struggled against the bonds and hands holding her captive. Her captors practically carried her across the camp towards a secluded area in the middle where a large stage had been erected and a small crowd had gathered. They stopped and shoved her to ground in a kneeling position in front of a boy, hardly more than 18.

“What’s this” he enquired, with the accent of a Persian.

“Thief, she was the only one captured from the raiding party that has been stealing the supplies, sir” replied Mr. Muscles on her right.

The boy knelt and caught her chin in his hand, forcing her gaze into hers. His sapphire blues explored her own, which she was sure were a dark grey from the rage that was boiling inside her. A strange sensation passed through her. Almost as if someone were looking into her innermost soul, her personal thoughts. Finally those eyes blinked and the spell was lifted.

He nodded the guards and they escorted her away, leading her to a sturdy looking tree and having made sure that she was bound securely enough to it left her to join the rest. It seemed as if there were auditions on, Miley presumed, a romantic musical of sorts, and from the quality of the auditions it wasn’t going to be a very good one.

As the final male auditioned, the boy with the startling sapphire eyes stood up and jumped onto the stage, it appeared he wanted to audition.

‘This is going to be good’ she mused.

He opened his mouth and started to sing, startling her as the sounds coming forth were quite pleasant, he had a nice rich voice. He finished, leaving her wanting for more and exited from the stage.

The female auditions were called and they began, containing in the group a few well sounding voices. As the end drew nearer a strange feeling began to grow inside her, a familiar song entered her thoughts and as no one was near enough to hear her she started to whisper it to herself. Its tune, known to her since before she could remember, comforting. As she finished, she began again her voice unbeknown to her growing stronger as each word passed her lips.

It was only when she had finished the second time that she noticed the strange hush that had descended upon the camp, opening her eyes in alarm she found that every eye was turned upon her, oops, she thought, too late. The boy said something to the guards and again they accosted her, untying her from the tree, although the rest of the bonds remained. They dragged her bewildered self to the stage.

‘Oh no, she thought, they are planning to have some fun, at my expense, well lets surprise that smirk of all their faces’.

“Well it would seem that you also wish to audition” smirked the boy.

Like hell I do, she thought.

“Go ahead then, he said, entertain us”

She paused and drew in a breath, then opening her mouth let she let the familiar words wash over her.