I fell asleep again. I’ve been up for the past 3 days. The first day I was
jittery from the obscene amounts of coffee I had drunk. The second I felt like
I would fall over if anyone breathed on me. The third was when I started to
see stars appear in the day, my hair greasy and unkempt, looking like a bird’s
nest, being the right color and everything. I’d seen how my eyes looked more
red than caramel that they usually were. Everyone was worried for me but I’d
appear crazy had I told anyone about the dreams. Normally when I walk in my
dreams, people never see me, never interact with me, never notice I’m there
watching. The dream I’ve walked since I was little was of an elven prince; he
appears to be the same age as me. His pale skin is offset with emerald green
eyes. His dirty blond hair is the same as his sister’s. He is wearing a
leather vest with a lion’s head on it. His skin was so white his eyes were an
almost deep purple. He had a long white beard and looked like the prince of
Saraband. The only thing I am ever shown in my dream is a golden scepter on his
shoulders, I’ve seen nothing else yet. He seems to know my abilities but his
mother tells me I’ll never be a king unless I learn to control them. I don’t
see any other elven people in the dream since I was a baby, they appear as
little dots of light or hear as whispers in dark places. I only see them when
they come to help me.
“When ever did you see that elven prince in your dreams?”
“When I was a child.”
“How old are you?”
“Oh no! That’s impossible! That sounds so old and weak, like a child who
couldn’t even play in the ocean, let alone travel into other worlds. What do
you want from me that I need to see this thing? I can’t be your mother to
protect you from the dangers that lurked in the dark places in your mind.”
“I’m already a great queen. I’ve ruled my people for years. Look around you. I
see their hunger in the dark places and I see the anger in them that never
leaves. I see things in my sleep and I can sense what they’re feeling. I can
do magic too, and I know how to make them do what I want. I can see their
anger, I can see the people in this room, I can sense the hunger of humans in
this very room and I can sense the hunger in them. If you want to protect me,
protect me but don’t touch me.” There was a knock on the door, and the
elven prince opened it for the visitor. When she looked past me the room was
black, I was completely in the darkness of my own mind. I heard the door
close behind her and felt the door open again. I felt her standing in front of
me. She leaned over me, her blonde hair falling over me face and her face
looking so much like my dream’s prince, only his face had a few lines in it.
“I am here because I believe in you. I’m going to stay here with you, if
that’s OK?” Her voice was deeper than my dream’s prince’s voice. I nodded. “I
would, if you tell me to leave,”
“How do you know that?”
“I can tell from your eyes.”
“Please stay with me a little longer,” she said.
I was back to my room and I closed the door from the inside with a click, with
the same click I hear when I turn on the light.
I slept from that night until the third day.
“Princess, we have guests.”
“I know,” I said as I sat on the chair.
“The elf prince from your dreams,” he said.
“Yes,” I said.
“Would you like a tour of the castle and the estate?”
“Let me make you some coffee,” he said.
He poured me a coffee and I took a sip, the sugar making my hands start to
shake. I leaned back in my chair and looked at him.
“This was the first time you visited me in my sleep,” I said.
“We’ll be here forever if we don’t leave,” he said.
“Why don’t we leave?” I said.
“Because you have a job to do.”
“Don’t you have a job too?”
“No, I do not have a job. I’m too young; I do not have the strength of mind
you do. I serve as a sort of guardian to you.”
“I have a job to do too,” I said.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“T-9,” I said.
“Oh dear,” he said. “That sound like something a child would say. You’re not
a child, are you.”
“I am, in my heart,” I said.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“My mother told me you’d never be a king. I don’t understand why you haven’t
“I never wanted to be king,” I said.
“So why do you want it so badly?” he asked.
“Because I was raised by Elohim, and I have to do the right thing, even if it
is never be a king,” I said.
“I thought you didn’t believe in the gods and all the other things you believe
“So why do you believe so strongly in this king you have in your dreams?”
“Because of the dream,” I said.
“I don’t understand,” he said. “Why do you even care?”
“I don’t want to be king,” I said.
“You sound like you’re worried,” he said.