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They look, decide and smile. But really, they're wrong. She's not a real princess, They're hallucinating. Let me tell you why; If she was a princess, her kingdom would be a land of dreams. A land no one could truly enter but her, Even if they were to enter in their dreams. A sacred haven, meant for her and her alone. If she was a princess, her crown would be woven from thoughts. Thoughts from her, thoughts from everyone. Everywhere. Woven together by a magical force, only because it was meant to And because of that, the gentle thoughts fit her gloriousness. If she was a princess, she would live in a world apart from ours. You co

Skipping down the halls as usual around noon, making a challenge out of carrying the tray while moving as much as possible, without spilling the tea, the girl hummed a lively tune. She soon stopped though; having reached the door she was looking for, the one she was so used to seeing. A large, dark, wooden door, leading to the cosy living room with the ever lit fire burning in that same old fireplace it always had. So dull. Not a single drop spilled, a satisfied smirk noted. And she had even jumped a little. A glimpse of excitement, ever present in the jade-green orbs, flashed and lightened up for a moment. Then she knocked o

Unfamiliar familiarities For the first time in what seemed like years, I felt… many things, actually. Hurt, angry, abandoned, sorrowful, confused. Used. I had always been cautious of the golden man, but I had never expected that he could cause so many emotions to stir inside me in so little time. I've only felt like this once before. It lasted almost a year. I fear that it will last even longer this time. While I do not hate, nor seriously dislike the man, I find him to be quite unnerving. As you may be able to imagine, a druid, who can hear a cat stalking its prey in the din of rain, does not take surprises like others may.