We’ve all heard fairy tales. All that once upon a time, princesses, knights in shining armour and happily ever afters. Everyone knows and loves those stories. But that’s all they are, right? Stories? True love’s kiss, evil queens, witches, elves, ogres and magic only exist in books. Everybody knows that. You’d never see the Evil Queen herself strolling down main street in your hometown, Prince Charming riding his prized steed along the beach or Captain Hook sailing in on the Jolly Roger. These are all fictional characters in fictional books and fictional movies. They do not exist. At least, that’s what I thought until today.
Picture this. You’re walking along the beach, reading an amazing novel, immersed in the story. The wind whips through your hair. Seagulls squawk as they peck around in the sand, searching for abandoned French fries. The salty smell of the sea fills the air as a light mist sprinkles over you. You smile to yourself as your bare toes dig into the sand. It’s quite peaceful really. Who doesn’t love the beach?
In case you haven’t figured it out, you are picturing something that happened to me. Today actually. This is a journal. I was told to record my thoughts and feelings and the events of today. Apparently, it’s supposed to help me cope with it all. It’s not really helping yet, but all I have to do right now, besides wait, is write. So, here we go, let’s dive back into this “adventure” that is my life now.
I was enjoying a lovely novel on the beach, just strolling along minding my own business. Imagine my surprise when my book fell into the sand as numerous loud squawks sounded behind me. I screamed and ducked as the flock of seagulls I mentioned earlier shot past me in a blur of feathers. Breathing heavily, I stood back up and looked around. I barely had time to brush the sand off of my tights, let alone recover from the shock before a panicked voice sounded behind me. “Get out of the way!” A deep voice shouted. Turning around, the first thing I seen was a very attractive young man. Second, I noticed his clothes were a little… out of date. His long cloak billowed out behind him as I noticed a third thing about him. He was on a horse. Galloping towards me.
Another scream fell from my lips as I dove to the side, barely missing the horse’s hooves and getting thoroughly coated with wet sand in the process. I stood up quickly and brushed the sand off the best I could, my face
turning a bright red. The guy pulled back the reins, slowing down the horse. Couldn’t he have done that a little sooner? He jumped off and ran back over to me. “I am so sorry! Are you alright?”
“I, uh, yeah, I’m good.” My blush deepened as I gave my eloquent answer. He smiled and held out his hand. “David.” I shook his hand. “Sky..” He wore a white collared shirt with a black, leather vest on top. A long red cloak with a furry collar was draped over his shoulders. Dark pants and dark, knee high boots adorned his bottom half. He looked like.. well,...