I am so sorry that it took so long to post this chapter! I have had very little inspiration and I'm trying to be on the computer less. My parents sort of getting mad about me being on so much. I'm sorry that it's so short. I lose my thought if I write long chapters. I could use some help with character development. Suggestions would be appreciated! Thank you for reading!


I sunk deep into my mind. I walked through hallway after hallway. Darkness surrounded me. I couldn't tell where I was, but I knew I was in my head. I looked around, trying to identify what memory I had sunk into. When I couldn't identify the place in the darkness I started looking at myself, hoping that I would be able to place the clothes to what year it was. My mom took all of my clothes each year and donated them to a charity and got me a whole new wardrobe. She had themes for each year. One year was the depths of the sea. The next the the Grand Canyon. The next was pencils... Yea, life was interesting that year...

But these clothes were unlike any I had ever seen before. It was a long flowing gown. It was a black gown that went all the way to the floor. It had a square neckline and slits in the sleeves up to my elbows. It was made of a soft material. The inside layer felt like silk. On the hems was a gold fabric that went out from the hem line about an inch. The dress dragged a bit behind me. The sleeves flowed down to the floor as well. Around my waist was a single yellow thread. It didn't appear to be part of the outfit. In the back it wound into the darkness, back from where I had come. It gave off a gentle glow, almost like the setting sun. It was beautiful. I reached down and grabbed it. After I had removed it from my waist I wound it around my hand a few times and clutched at it. Soon I couldn't feel my clenched fist.

I decided to move on. I continued to wander through the halls. As I walked shadowy shapes passed. They would avoid me by pressing themselves to the walls. I thought I heard one say, "That's his daughter. Be careful. He'll kill you if you even breath on her." I puzzled at that. My father was a teacher at the local middle school. He wasn't renowned for his fearsome personality and he could barely run two miles. He preferred to settle disputes with words and not blows. In fact, now that I thought about it I had never even seen my father clench his fists. My mom had put me in self defense classes when I turned ten and he had objected for days. He had finally shut up about it when my mom asked him how I should deal with murderers, rapists, and kidnappers. They weren't going to be swayed with fancy words.

Suddenly I noticed the first clear person since I had sunk into my head. He was sweeping towards me in long black robes that had been ripped and looked they were in shreds. But I got the feeling that they had been sewn that way. He had on armor. It covered every inch of him. No skin showed, except on his face. Tucked into his right arm was a pointed helmet. On the right hand was a smooth gold ring. I didn't pay too much attention to it as I paused and he walked right up to me and spoke.

"My child, come." He turned and stomped away. His metal boots clicked and clacked as they hit the floor. They were pointed at the toes, it looked painful. The I quickly followed. As we walked the shadows fled from before the man. As we walked I studied the mans face. He had an oval face with a single scar on his left cheek. He had vibrantly green eyes, though there were traces of black and red in them. His hair was ash brown with light brown and blonde highlights and a bit tousled.. He looked haggard, as if he had not slept in several days. His black cape billowed out from behind him, catching every little bit of air. He looked regal, like a king. It took me a moment but I soon realized that the spikes on his helm made a crown.

He was a king. That meant that I was playing the role of a princess. I struggled with the realization. I was a nobody. I was not the best runner on the team. I was not the prettiest girl at my school. I was not the smartest girl either. My parents did not hold any power in the community. Hardly anyone even noticed me, even my teachers. Slowly, I straightened my shoulders. I was playing the part of a princess and I would play it to the best of my ability.

Just as I settled into that role we reached a set of double doors. They reached thirty feet tall. In the dark wood were intricate designs. There were carvings of tigers, wolves, dragons, phoenixes, and other animals. Around the edges were runes. in my mind I read the words, "For protection and secrecy". I did not know how I could read the runes, they were in some strange language. As we approached the double doors swung open, never once making a noise.

Beyond the doors was a large room. It was dark and gloomy. Candles lined the walls and desks. From their faint light I could make out shelves after shelves of books. Thousands of books lined the walls and filled chair after chair. The room seemed to stretch forever in the near dark. In the center of the room sat a dark wood desk. As we drew closer I saw carvings on the edges. Epic battles played out before my eyes as I gazed at them. The legs were carved to look like a swirl of wind. On the top sat even more books and a few candles. Two comfortable chairs sat on one side of the desk. One looked like it had not moved in a while, but was used often. The second looked like it had been dragged to sit next to the other one. It was not as well used as the other and still looked fairly new.

The man sat in the first chair and I sat in the second. As he lit the candles of the desk he started to speak in a soft voice, almost to soft to hear, "My dear child, we must talk about the upcoming battle." I leaned forward in my chair to hear him. But then I woke up.