My name is Trix and I’m 17 years old


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.”

“I won’t.”

“My mother told me you’d never be a king. I don’t understand why you haven’t

gone mad.”

“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


“I don’t.”

“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.

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