Chapter 4 Princess Shana
It was dark outside.
The night was cool.
Shana suddenly woke up from her sleep.
She was panting uncontrollably.
She didn't understand why.
She glanced at the clock nearby.
It read 3 am.
She gently laid back.
She was still panting.
Shana placed a hand in her forehead.
"Dart." Suddenly escaped her lips.
Something inside was telling her that something had happened to him.
Something was different and something was about to begin.
Shana didn't understand why she was feeling that way.
The anxiety.the confusion.
Her heart pumped.
She could feel the blood run inside her veins grow fast and faster.
Shana pulled the covers from her and got off her bed.
She walked across her room towards the French style doors that led to a small balcony overlooking the bay nearby.
It was peaceful outside.
The clear night sky painted a magnificent scene in front of her.
The stars were gleaming.
The moon up in the sky casts a shimmering light that glowed as it bounced from the earth beneath her.
But the breathtaking beyond did not bring serenity within Shana's heart.
Shana slowly opened the doors and walked outside.
The cool breeze blew strands of her hair.
Suddenly, she could hear a faint voice calling her brought by the wind.
Shana felt fear.
But the more she listened, the more she longed to reach whoever created the voice.
At first she thought that she was dreaming.
'This is probably one of those double dreams.' Shana reasoned out.
She seemed to accept this explanation because at that moment, it seemed to be the most logical explanation she had.
But then . . . she felt a chill down her spine.
The more she listened to the angelic rhythm, the more convinced she got that she knew the voice.
Shana was certain that she had heard that voice before.
She just didn't know where.
She couldn't place it whether it was from a dream, an encounter or from the distant past.
It seemed to eradicate the anxiety she was feeling.
Suddenly, there was a strong, blinding light that appeared.
Within seconds, she was engulfed by the light.
Shana, surprisingly, wasn't afraid.
The light was very warm and comforting.
She submitted herself to it.
'Forgive me, Dart.' Shana said silently.
With no other regrets, she welcomed the feeling in her heart.
Somehow she knew that she was doing the right thing.
Within seconds, she found herself in an unknown place.
Shana found herself in gigantic room, a room that was so foreign.
Then she started to wonder why she was feeling like she didn't leave home but had arrived home.
She allowed her eyes to wonder across and around the room.
The room was very warm and inviting.
A large bed was at the middle of the wall across from her.
There were at least three steps beneath it.
The room was covered with a lavish, red, velvet carpet with a familiar crest embroidered into it.
The room was completely furnished with elegant and delicately carved furniture.
The room was well lighted by large windows from almost every corner of the room.
The stained glasses that composed the windows were painstakingly handcrafted.
At one side, there was a glass door that led to a great balcony filled with marvelous flowers and other plants.
White satin curtains hung from golden, angelic railings, covering the glass doors.
The colors of the walls were white with intricate patterns of flash color.
The bed itself was very comfortable looking.
It was covered with a sapphire colored comforter with different shades of green woven into it.
Different shades of purple covered the whiteness of the soft feather- filled pillows with different sizes, carefully arranged.
Shana marveled at the sight.
But it was clear to her that whoever owned the room was someone important. . . someone with great wealth.
She couldn't help but feel out-of-placed.
Little did she know that it was really hers.
Not even in the wildest of dreams did she dream that she could own such a glorious room, situated at a palace.
A palace where she rightfully belonged. . .
Suddenly, Shana heard a slight noise from behind her.
It made her jump with surprise.
For the first time since the light wrapped around her, she was frightened.
She slowly turned to see who it was.
Shana was fearful what might happen next.
She thought that she must have invaded somebody's room by accident.
She was ready to apologize and explain.
But she though whether the person would really accept her explanation when she herself didn't know what was happening and what just happened to her.
What she saw next surprised and frightened her even more.
Shana saw, not just one person, but three women.
"Ah. . . ah. . .I'm. . ." Shana started to say.
To her surprise, they all smiled and bowed.
One then spoke, "You don't need to explain, dear Princess."
"We understand everything." Another said.
"Princess? Who me?" Shana replied, not believing her ears.
"You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not a princess. I'm sorry if I somehow managed to arrive here." She added.
They then straightened up and made way.
One then said, "There had been no mistake, Princess. It is better for the Queen Theresa to explain everything to you, Your Highness. Please, come this way."
Shana was hesitant in following them.
But she decided that she better do so that she could straighten it all out and start finding a way home.
She followed them.
As they walked from corridor to corridor, Shana couldn't help but marvel at the beauty her eyes were feasting upon.
Everything was just beautiful.
One after another, the corridors and the rooms that they passed seemed more beautiful than the other.
Soon they came to a stop.
Shana could feel anxiety build up inside her again.
'Oh no! What have I gotten myself into this time?' Shana told herself.
She was shaking slightly as she followed the three ladies.
Shana half marveled and half feared as she was led inside the throne room made of glass.
There seemed to be a stairway leading to a tower at the side.
Shana thought that if anything goes wrong, she could probably run there to escape them.
But then she was met by Queen Theresa.
Queen Theresa was a beautiful woman, nearing her middle ages.
She was a lean person but looked really gentle and familiar.
She smiled at Shana.
She opened her arms out to her and soon had Shana in a warm hug.
Shana just stood there.
She didn't know what to do.
She didn't know what to say or how to react.
She felt a little uneasy as she realized that a queen was actually hugging her.
But then, her warmth felt really familiar and heartwarming.
After what seemed like forever for Shana, Queen Theresa broke the hug and stood back a little to get a better look at her.
Her smiled grew wider.
Tears seemed to be forming in her eyes.
Shana looked up at her.
She was silent.
She still didn't know how to react or anything.
Queen Theresa then said, "Welcome home, my child. . . my Shana."
(To be continued. . . )
Well, I know that it took me another long time to finish this but. . anyway, I hope that you liked that. Please do send in what you think through reviews. I really, really want to know what you think about it.
Michiko
It was dark outside.
The night was cool.
Shana suddenly woke up from her sleep.
She was panting uncontrollably.
She didn't understand why.
She glanced at the clock nearby.
It read 3 am.
She gently laid back.
She was still panting.
Shana placed a hand in her forehead.
"Dart." Suddenly escaped her lips.
Something inside was telling her that something had happened to him.
Something was different and something was about to begin.
Shana didn't understand why she was feeling that way.
The anxiety.the confusion.
Her heart pumped.
She could feel the blood run inside her veins grow fast and faster.
Shana pulled the covers from her and got off her bed.
She walked across her room towards the French style doors that led to a small balcony overlooking the bay nearby.
It was peaceful outside.
The clear night sky painted a magnificent scene in front of her.
The stars were gleaming.
The moon up in the sky casts a shimmering light that glowed as it bounced from the earth beneath her.
But the breathtaking beyond did not bring serenity within Shana's heart.
Shana slowly opened the doors and walked outside.
The cool breeze blew strands of her hair.
Suddenly, she could hear a faint voice calling her brought by the wind.
Shana felt fear.
But the more she listened, the more she longed to reach whoever created the voice.
At first she thought that she was dreaming.
'This is probably one of those double dreams.' Shana reasoned out.
She seemed to accept this explanation because at that moment, it seemed to be the most logical explanation she had.
But then . . . she felt a chill down her spine.
The more she listened to the angelic rhythm, the more convinced she got that she knew the voice.
Shana was certain that she had heard that voice before.
She just didn't know where.
She couldn't place it whether it was from a dream, an encounter or from the distant past.
It seemed to eradicate the anxiety she was feeling.
Suddenly, there was a strong, blinding light that appeared.
Within seconds, she was engulfed by the light.
Shana, surprisingly, wasn't afraid.
The light was very warm and comforting.
She submitted herself to it.
'Forgive me, Dart.' Shana said silently.
With no other regrets, she welcomed the feeling in her heart.
Somehow she knew that she was doing the right thing.
Within seconds, she found herself in an unknown place.
Shana found herself in gigantic room, a room that was so foreign.
Then she started to wonder why she was feeling like she didn't leave home but had arrived home.
She allowed her eyes to wonder across and around the room.
The room was very warm and inviting.
A large bed was at the middle of the wall across from her.
There were at least three steps beneath it.
The room was covered with a lavish, red, velvet carpet with a familiar crest embroidered into it.
The room was completely furnished with elegant and delicately carved furniture.
The room was well lighted by large windows from almost every corner of the room.
The stained glasses that composed the windows were painstakingly handcrafted.
At one side, there was a glass door that led to a great balcony filled with marvelous flowers and other plants.
White satin curtains hung from golden, angelic railings, covering the glass doors.
The colors of the walls were white with intricate patterns of flash color.
The bed itself was very comfortable looking.
It was covered with a sapphire colored comforter with different shades of green woven into it.
Different shades of purple covered the whiteness of the soft feather- filled pillows with different sizes, carefully arranged.
Shana marveled at the sight.
But it was clear to her that whoever owned the room was someone important. . . someone with great wealth.
She couldn't help but feel out-of-placed.
Little did she know that it was really hers.
Not even in the wildest of dreams did she dream that she could own such a glorious room, situated at a palace.
A palace where she rightfully belonged. . .
Suddenly, Shana heard a slight noise from behind her.
It made her jump with surprise.
For the first time since the light wrapped around her, she was frightened.
She slowly turned to see who it was.
Shana was fearful what might happen next.
She thought that she must have invaded somebody's room by accident.
She was ready to apologize and explain.
But she though whether the person would really accept her explanation when she herself didn't know what was happening and what just happened to her.
What she saw next surprised and frightened her even more.
Shana saw, not just one person, but three women.
"Ah. . . ah. . .I'm. . ." Shana started to say.
To her surprise, they all smiled and bowed.
One then spoke, "You don't need to explain, dear Princess."
"We understand everything." Another said.
"Princess? Who me?" Shana replied, not believing her ears.
"You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not a princess. I'm sorry if I somehow managed to arrive here." She added.
They then straightened up and made way.
One then said, "There had been no mistake, Princess. It is better for the Queen Theresa to explain everything to you, Your Highness. Please, come this way."
Shana was hesitant in following them.
But she decided that she better do so that she could straighten it all out and start finding a way home.
She followed them.
As they walked from corridor to corridor, Shana couldn't help but marvel at the beauty her eyes were feasting upon.
Everything was just beautiful.
One after another, the corridors and the rooms that they passed seemed more beautiful than the other.
Soon they came to a stop.
Shana could feel anxiety build up inside her again.
'Oh no! What have I gotten myself into this time?' Shana told herself.
She was shaking slightly as she followed the three ladies.
Shana half marveled and half feared as she was led inside the throne room made of glass.
There seemed to be a stairway leading to a tower at the side.
Shana thought that if anything goes wrong, she could probably run there to escape them.
But then she was met by Queen Theresa.
Queen Theresa was a beautiful woman, nearing her middle ages.
She was a lean person but looked really gentle and familiar.
She smiled at Shana.
She opened her arms out to her and soon had Shana in a warm hug.
Shana just stood there.
She didn't know what to do.
She didn't know what to say or how to react.
She felt a little uneasy as she realized that a queen was actually hugging her.
But then, her warmth felt really familiar and heartwarming.
After what seemed like forever for Shana, Queen Theresa broke the hug and stood back a little to get a better look at her.
Her smiled grew wider.
Tears seemed to be forming in her eyes.
Shana looked up at her.
She was silent.
She still didn't know how to react or anything.
Queen Theresa then said, "Welcome home, my child. . . my Shana."
(To be continued. . . )
Well, I know that it took me another long time to finish this but. . anyway, I hope that you liked that. Please do send in what you think through reviews. I really, really want to know what you think about it.
Michiko