For years, every part of my life had to be perfectly planned and far from childish. Steering clear of everything imaginative and illogical seemed to be the best way to ease the pain, for fantasies were all that I heard from her. I constantly had my nose in a book, trying to bring as much knowledge into my brain as possible. With each fact written in the nonfiction novels that I read, I lessened my interest in magic and mayhem. After all, why should I care so much about such silly things, especially when they had no chance of ever existing in the real world? What good would they ever bring me in life?
Bastian managed to change my view of fantasy drastically, with the help of a single book. Studying constantly about topics that never interested me only made it more difficult for me to enjoy myself. Having to know exactly what would happen at every given moment made me less and less spontaneous every day, and my reactions during unexpected situations went downhill just as fast. He noticed this almost instantly, and he did the only thing that he believed would bring back the wonderful cousin that he knew three years ago. Only, he wished that he wouldn't have dragged me into the middle of a war.
I will certainly never forget my wonderful experiences in Fantasia, and the beautiful sights that I saw will stay with me forever. Some things, though, I am better off forgetting.