After disappearing for who-knows-how-long, I've returned! I got active on a few other sites but they weren't exactly up to my expectations. Sure it was fun being on them, but I decided to return to my homie. I decided to change my username since ShadowKiss123 was a little too childish for my liking. Now I'm shadowlub; it might be a bit worse but it sounds cooler. Aight? Now prologue for y'all about this fanfiction.

Prologue

Alyssa had always been a girl to read books and daydream about them. Not daydreaming as in dazing out and falling into a trance, but as in thinking about it all day long until she couldn't handle doing anything else. People would call her weird for doing such a thing, but she found it normal. A better definition than normal for herself, in her opinion of course, was creative and thoughtful.

She felt as if she were thoughtful because she could look at a sole book and think about it all day long. She could think of different possibilities, meanings, personalities; name it and she'll think it. For her, reading a fantasy would always be reading a fantasy, but different once she would be able to dissect information from it, such being as the characters, plot, conflicts, and the themes. It would be easy to relate to the Disney princesses if people took time to think of their position.

Not many citizens live in first world countries; a majority of the countries are still being developed or haven't been developed exactly. There are tough times where they are scarce of basic necessities, but they manage to pull through somehow. Even though they think they don't have a good life, they always hope for something better and don't let their hopes down. For example, taking fictional characters, Cinderella is like them. She didn't have hope at all, but she pulled through and things had got better for her. She stayed strong throughout the entire story.

Creativity, similar to being thoughtful, was amongst everyone in the entire world; only some took the opportunity to use it, cherish it, and be grateful for it. The young female felt as if she was one of the people. She could create vague images in her mind based on direct and indirect descriptions. Even if it were to be vague, it would have thought put into it. It would be like creating a blueprint, having a sole picture in the center and then leaving some notes off to the side about it. School projects would be an example; teachers would love hers because they would be diverse from stereotypical projects.

But besides daydreaming and reading books, Alyssa had a passion for sleeping. It is inevitable for dreams to occur in ones sleep, but Alyssa tend to remember how her dreams were like the moment she would wake up and write them down in a little journal. The dreams that she would experience would be different from others because it would be about the books she had read. The particular dream she was looking forward to was different than she expected.

The reason: this dream didn't feel like one.