Once upon a time I died. The end.

Well actually that's what I wish had happened. I was killed, my body left to rot but my conscious taken to fly in a dream world I believed I wanted. Now, I am here, but not here. I am not even truly me. And the only company I've been given was whispers of regret. I sleep and await the day someone can awaken me from this dreadful slumber, even if I can't tell it is one, it may as well be one hellish nightmear.

It was London, 1763 when it happened. I wasn't even eighteen, but I was already engaged. I was the daughter of a highly esteemed tradeswoman, which was very rare, and the step-daughter to a Lord and highly trusted advisor of the King. I was living in comfort and style, I couldn't have wished for more. I had two wonderful sisters and three very majestic brothers. But as I've learned many times through this cruel past I've lived through: utopia isn't real.

I'd just gotten into my striking new dress. I'd loved how the fabric splayed around me when I ran, so I'd worn myself out with the strenuous activity. I ended up sitting in my hidden meadow behind our glorious house. It was hidden behind a wall of trees, away from the eyes that always followed me wherever I went. I had been picking the petals of forget-me-nots, waiting. I remember that the day had been a special one, it was the day Mother was coming home after a long journey. I had been so excited, but it wasn't to last. I was shallow back then, like any of the girls from the higher classes and circles of the socialites that never missed a perfect cue to taunt or compliment their superiors. I hadn't known what pain truly was, so I had no fear to face it. I never believed I would have to. I was pampered. Work was never a part of my daily life. Though, now I wish my parents had forced hardships upon me. Living with no tribulations or trials is a curse, not a comforting existence. Because of what happens next in this memory I'm sharing with you, I've learned this lesson. If I'd been just a little less shallow, I might have lived a life in the tranquil harmony of my home estate.

I watched as the trees grew restless as a harsh wind blew through the meadow. I shaded my eyes from the brief pain of leaves and petals thrashing harshly against my skin. When I opened my eyes, and looked up there was a young man sitting in front of me. He was beautiful, and I couldn't take my eyes from his. They were a bright yellow, set in a gorgeous tan skin. His white hair fell before his eyes, and it looked as though it fell beyond his waist. His face was elegantly mischievous, his lips curled into a playful smile. He wore less clothes than the men around my estate, so I knew he wasn't a person I had to worry about being seen accompanying. That meant he couldn't have known me, so in my vanity I smiled at him in the most heavenly way I could create. I batted my lashes as I watched him.

"Your eyes are engrossing," he spoke. I watched his lips move, barely registering his voice.

"Thank you, kind sir. May I inquire what you are called?" I asked sweetly. He chuckled, and I looked at his shoulders as they rose and fell with the soft noise. They weren't too brawny, but it was obvious he was quite strong. His chest was covered with a highly revealing tunic, nothing more. He wore naught but black trousers, and riding boots upon his legs. He was elegant and devastatingly gorgeous. The only problem with his beings was the ears. They were far too long and inhumane. They made him look mythical. Gorgeously mythical granted, but they were an oddity I could not overlook. My manners abandoned me in my moment of weakness, and I stared at them in undisguised fascination.

"I am called Kahvi," he murmured, coming closer to me. I should have backed up, but I didn't wish it. My pride was too strong, as was the lust bubbling to the surface.

"Such a pretty name," I murmured. I could not permit my eyes to leave his. It was as if he was stealing my very soul and making it his own.

"Is there something else amongst my being which seems to keep you in such a state of prudent conjecture?" He asked quietly.

"Yes. You seem to have an odd aura of mystery about you," I told him in a soft voice, moving my gaze back to his gorgeous yellow orbs.

"Ah, I see. Would the cause be my ears?" He asked in a low voice as his person seemed to float even closer to me.

"Mostly," I sighed in defeat, confess into my vulgar misdemeanor, "they are just quite odd."

"To you they are," he laughed seductively, "but to me they are a symbol of heritage on this boorish planet."

"I do not follow," I said, surprised. His words made him sound like he believed he had visited different planets. He sounded so lucid, so why was he spewing such impracticalities?

"If I could take you to a perfect utopian paradise, would you come with me?" He asked me, and I watched curiously as he brought his hand to my face. His skin was warm and soft, and I relished the feeling gratefully. He brought his face closer to mine, close enough that I could feel the warm cinnamon breath coming from his lips.

"A perfect Utopia…. A paradise," I murmured, wondering what paradise would be for me, "Would I be a Queen then?" I asked, not loving the idea, but not feeling disgust towards it.

"Is your idea of Paradise?" He features fell slowly, morphing into a treacherous sneer.

"I guess so," I murmured. I felt panic swell through my body when my eyes caught a vision of longer, unforgiving pointed teeth in his mouth. But when his lips meant mine the panic was washed away. They felt wonderful, much better than secret ones my fiancé had stolen.

"So it shall be done. You'll have your heaven, and I shall protect it," his voice sounded farther away, and when I opened my eyes he was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. I'd received my fantasy, but it hadn't been what I'd thought I wanted. I'd given the answer the society would've expected. I hadn't been deep enough to actually want something for myself. So I spent two hundred years ruling a world of pain and suffering, watching the fall of my Kingdom. The last thing I remember was dancing. My bare feet touching the cold stone to the beat of the music, the light red fabric swirling as I spun. I remember the ground growing hot, and my closed eyelids glowing red. Then it was all gone. I wasn't anyone anymore. I was dissolved, I was blackness.

Where was I? There were woods surrounding a lawn, and a path leading to a pink building. It was… quaint, and looked quite comfortable. I didn't know why, but I was being drawn to the building. I was being drawn for the first time ever to anything. What an odd feeling.

Hey! Ok, so these are the words you guys might not know :) I didn't, and I had to think about them alot to figure out what exactly I wanted to say. I wanted it to seem a little more sophisticated, so I used them. I made sure to look them up so I was using proper language xD

Hope you like it! Plz review!

Idk if I'll continue. It depends on how many people read this, so hope you like it!

Utopian- a paradise-like world

Boorish- ill mannered again

Misdemeanor- offense

Lucid-logical ('sane' in this case)

Vulgar- rude

Strenuous- tiring

Engrossing- captivating