Chapter 1: The Lost Queen

2:31 am.

As I sat upon the light-green window seat in my modern kitchen, I looked down at the city of New York. My view of the city's bright lights got more and more blurry, as more rain drops dropped from above and landed onto my window. I sigh and pulled my curly dark-brown hair back and tied it into a low messy bun. As I got on my knees, my purple blanket slid off my lap, exposing my smooth thick brown legs. I rolled my army green hoodie sleeves up to my elbow, unlocked the windows, and put my hands on the handles.

When I pushed open the big portrait-sized windows that sat properly before me, a huge gust of freezing cold wind rushed over my body and into my apartment. Giving me goosebumps and cold shivers down my spine. The nice scent of wet freshly poured rain soon replaced the plain dull scent in my apartment. I stood up on the dark-brown wooden floors below my feet, enjoying the view inches away from the window seat. I stretched, feeling all movement in my body once again. I crossed my arms and yawned, feeling tired but I know I can't possibly go to sleep without having those frightening dreams again. Not now, not today.

I know my insomnia is getting better, but slowly. Day by day night by night, nothing ever changes with me and my dreams. Everyday it feels like I'm fighting with myself, like the dreams are draining me completely. Some days the dreams finally decides to give me a break and let me sleep peacefully. But other times, I'm so lucky to be stirred clear away from the grips of terror himself. But in a weird way, I still get a feeling like the dreams are trying to tell me something important, something I need to know.

A cold breeze came over and through my body, giving me cold chills again. Suddenly, I looked down and saw my hands shaking with pure fear in every bone. Tears started to come from my baby brown eyes and run down my freckled brown face. As the tears rolled down my face, a great and deep sorrow took hold of every inch of my fearful body. I quickly acted and grabbed onto the golden handles and I somehow managed to pull both my windows back to their original state. I let go of the handles and fell onto the floor landing on my hands and knees, relying on them for support. I looked down and closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath as my hair fell onto my face and out the messy bun I put it in. Every second that passed, more uncontrollably feelings flourished within me. It was as though I couldn't breathe with every feeling that came into me as I coughed and gasped for air. Distress, pain, regret, all of those feelings and more came rushing inside me, one by one.

I managed to pull myself up onto the window seat again, but only halve of my body. As I looked up, I moved my long curly hair away from my face. As I starred in the mirror, my heart quickly dropped and I panicked. My heart beating so loudly from my chest it could pierce your ears. As I looked into the mirror, I saw my reflection staring back at me but something was different. My eyes didn't look the same as they were before, instead only pure white glowing eyes starred back at me. No pupils, just whiteness in every inch of my glowing eyes. But that wasn't the only thing starring back at me in the mirror. In the left corner of the mirror, a tall man with a dark lavender robe covered his body and his face as a dark aura surrounded his body. The only part of his face I could see was his beautiful silver eyes. A black mask covered the lower part of his enchanting face, leaving only his beautiful eyes visible to me. Nothing about him looked modern, more of a older fashion from long ago.

He took a step closer to me but I couldn't move or talk, I was frozen. The more I looked into his eyes, fear took over my emotions and body. As he reached out to my body, I could hear nothing but my heart beating louder and louder. It felt like my heart was going to explode any minute. I brace myself, hoping only for the greater good. Then suddenly, I felt his smooth fingers gently press down onto the back of my neck. It was like I was paralyzed by the man's touch for as long as his fingers stayed on me. As I felt his fingers go down my back, little by little the anger I once felt started to go away. I felt calmer and calmer, every second his hand moved farther down my body, it was like he was taking my pain away himself. As the tips of his fingers glided down my body, I sigh in relief and looked forward out into the bright pretty lights of New York as tears left my eyes. I found the courage to look him in the eyes once more, as he glided his hand down my back. As I became more relaxed, I started to get tired and more tired. To the point where It became harder and harder to keep my eyes open.

"No, I-I can't. Please." I begged, pleaded with the silver eyed man. I didn't want, nor needed, to be trapped in the terror again. When I have those dreams, I can literally feel every terrifying thing that happens to me. I would endure anything, then to have those dreams again. Everything started to fade into pure silence, and I started to lose control of my body. I heard one last thing from the man before I fell asleep for good. "I'm sorry, your majesty. But your fiance has sent for your return to the royal palace. I tried to hide you for as long as I could like your mother asked. I'm sorry."