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The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you.. I am always with you til the end of time

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THE CAUSE

Stefan just arrived at the Grand Palace of Dothinghelm from the airport.

His heart is heavy and restless as Beatrix took her flight without him.

They parked at the entrance of the Royal Chamber.

Then, he saw his parents outside waiting for him.

Why are they waiting for me?

I immediately disembark from the car and approached my parents.

My mother, Queen Evi, hugged me tightly without saying anything.

King Sven cleared his throat and he said about the Goldwing Royal plane.

He speaks in a very incomprehensible tone of voice.

I am very confused.

They ushered me to the library and show me the news on the television.

And saw the flashes of bold letters printed on the Goldwing Royal, the burning plane, the plane that Beatrix has just flown earlier, the plane whom I entrusted the precious jewel of my heart.

"This is impossible!?!?!"

“No, this is not real! This is not possible!" my voice booming in the library.