Young Writers Society

Chelsea couldn't believe it. That messed up life she had was a dream. Her father, and mother all a dream?

"I don't understand how could it be a dream?" She asked.

"Well you have been asleep for a very long time, I'd say about 50 years or more." Kale answered.

Chelsea couldn't believe it. That messed up life she had was a dream. Her father, and mother all a dream?

"I don't understand how could it be a dream?" She asked.

"Well you have been asleep for a very long time, I'd say about 50 years or more." Kale answered.

"If I was asleep fifty years, then how could I bestill this appearance?" Chelsea challenged.

"Well that is why the forever sleep is very incredible. It allows a person to sleep for as long as they want without needing food, water, and they never age." Kale answered.

Chelsea was stunned- only giving a slight nod in return.

She suddenly felt very assertive, no longer like the little girl she was in her nightmare, because that life in no way resembled a dream. She was careful to avoid Kale's eyes though, because they made her melt.
"How old are you?" she said walking around the edge of her bed.
"Same as you."
"Are you a royal too?"
"No many years ago a witch put a spell on me. Said it was all a part of my destiny."
"What's your destiny?"
"Only the wizard knows."
"The wizard?"
"He is the keeper of all destinies. He knows all."
"Where is he?"
"I dunno, he's your father." Kale said playfully following her to the door.

'Father' the word made Chelsea shiver. Kale tilted his head.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

His pure untainted eyes seeped through Chelsea's soul.

"Yeah..." She whispered.