Prologue
As a kid, I was always fond of the unknown, ifs, and wonders that my small brain could think of. Flying houses, small people that live in trees, and scary mythical beings that were twice my size. I would spend hours imagining my perfect world of kings and queens, loud trolls, and small spirits that dance around me. Completely enamored with my world, my small world became big. The sprites that used to guide me in my sleep, guided me in real life, when I came back however my life crumbled.
The parents that neglected me were suddenly worried about me, it was odd because they would always yell at me. Pinch me and always force me to do things I didn’t want to do. excitement spilled out of me and I decided to tell them about my special world. Told them about how I was supposed to be a prince’s wife, that I’m friends with dragons, and had magical sprites that helped me back home. They didn’t believe me so I showed them the way to my magical world.
Like magic, the loving parents I saw change in a blink of an eye. Flashes of their happy smiles, and grimaces overlapped and before I realized it they were grabbing me by my arm dragging me away. Ever since that day they called me a liar, took me to many doctors and I was away from home for a while. Honestly, after that fateful day, I can’t remember what happened clearly. Whatever happened caused my parents to send me away soon after. They died a few years later from stress, which is sad I guess. Wasn’t close with them so that says a lot. I wonder, should I try going back to my Little Fantasy.
