They told me that I'm a princess.
I didn't believe them.
But my sisters did, after they were given enough time.
I'm still not convinced.
They can't steal my life from me.
They can't force something like a prophecy onto my shoulders.
They can't tell me that I have to rule an entire world.
I make my own decisions.
It's always been like that.
Always.
They can't do this.
It's just a dream.
It's all just a huge joke.
I'll wake up soon.
Life can go back to the way it was.
The way it should be.
Normal.
I'm not a princess.
I never pretended to be.
I can't take this anymore.
Please.
Just let me wake up.
I'm not a princess.
Even if everyone tells me I am.
Even if I have to wear a dress every day.
Even if I have to make light talk to avoid a war.
Even if my best friends tell me otherwise.
Even if I develop super-natural powers.
I'm not a princess.
Never will be.
Never have been.
Will not be now.
I'm not a princess.
Why won't they believe me?

Monday

What happened to me?

I don't understand any of this.

One minute, I'm living a normal(ish) life at an OK boarding school.

The next, I'm in some place with elves and stars and things that even J.K. Rowling or C.S. Lewis or J.R.R. Tolkien or any of the people who thought up those Greek myths couldn't imagine.

It's scary.

And I'm never scared.

I just pummel people who are freaky.

I can't do that with this situation.

I guess I should start from the beginning.

But I'll do it in the morning.

Maybe if I sleep, I can wake up and be back on Earth.

Maybe.

Really, I don't care if I actually end up in PixieLand.

Anywhere but here.

Anywhere but Leslan.

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