Prelude
Weird stuff's been going on lately. I have these really odd dreams, you know? I think I know the explanation for them, but it's going to sound so totally batty.
I don't even believe it myself.
Forgive me. I really should give you some background right? The story? Where do I start?
Hmmmm.
Yes.
The middle. I'll start with the middle. It seems like the middle to me. I suppose it doesn't matter that much.
As a child, I was prone to doing some really stupid things. You know, eating things that aren't food, climbing parts of the house that shouldn't be climbed, that sort of kid stuff. I always felt like I had a lot to prove, so I always would follow on a dare, and that led to a lot of time in bed.
My mother didn't know how to deal with my continuous bad behavior, so that usually left my aunt watching after me.
It started with one particularly harrowing playground dare, which landed me in bed, not allowed to sleep. To keep me awake and engaged, my aunt decided to read from an old book that she said might be historically accurate but probably wasn't. She said it was from a time so far back that we had no concrete way of knowing what exactly happened. There were records of people and all, but no real accounts of their lives like what's all around now with social sites and blogs and all that.
It was a story of a princess who was supposed to die, and the young warrior assigned to be her bodyguard.















