Dreamer

Chapter 1 - Fayetta

I didn't understand. I had died a long time ago, yet there I was, living, breathing, and feeling. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in my bedroom, but yet I wasn't in my bedroom; simply a duplicate with two walls missing and replaced with glass. I thought that funny; glass? Where am I?

Another thing caught my attention when I sat up, perhaps the strangest thing of all: light was beaming from the ceiling. They weren't candles, but small illumenating glass bulbs. I found myself to be in my favorite dress, the one that I wore the day before my death, when I was assassinated a few hours before I was due to be crowned Queen of England.

When I stood up, I noticed that there was a switch near the right side of the room that pointed toward the ceiling. After looking around to see if anything would jump out at me, I cautiously walked over to the switch to investigate. It seemed to be a small rectangular lever attached to a sort of piece to the wall. I flicked it downward, and the room suddenly went dark. I gasped and look back to the no-longer illumenating bulbs. I flicked the lever back upward, and the bulbs began to shed light once again.

I huffed quietly. How is this possible?

I left the lights on, because you never know what can lurk in the dark, and wandered across the room to my vanity. To my surprise, I found my old diaries and journals, the extremely faded ink making it clear that they were the originals from before my supposed death. Inside one of the journals were the sketches I had drawn of my father and elder brother. My mother had died giving me life, so I never knew her. Both my father and brother died in battle, leaving me as the final heir to the throne, which was why I had to be crowned so soon.

To the left of my vanity was a rectangular lining in the wall's panneling, almost like a door. So, to test my theory, I pushed it ever so gently, and it came loose. I looked back at my room, debating on whether or not to stay where it seemed safe, but curiosity won me over, and I found myself walking through dimly lit corridors. I came across another door, yet this time it had a large metal bar running horizontally through the middle. I pushed on it, and with enough effort it opened, revealing a broad hallway. After slowly making my way through the hallway, I found more enclosures similar to my own lining the walls. I came across my room, but this time I was on the outside. Near the corner of the glass I found a metal scribe, describing my childhood and rapid ascension to the throne. I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Suddenly loud barbaric voices came from the direction of the hallway behind me, sending my heart racing and blood rushing. I whipped myself around to see several large men, all dressed in thick fur clothing. The man in the front, the largest of the men, exclaimed something in a foreign language and pointed sharply at me. He and his comrades started running towards me, shouting war cries. Instinctively I yanked my skirt into my hands and threw myself in the opposite direction.

As I tore through the halls of my new environment, I tried losing the brutes by taking turn after turn in a maze of corridors. Eventually I was successful, pressing myself against the wall of one of my turns and watching with a victorious grin as they continued in the other direction. Having lost track of my turns however, I realized as I caught my breath that I was now lost.

My heart caught in my throat as footsteps approached from where the barbarians had just disappeared. I froze in my place, (the footsteps didn't sound heavy or sloppy), but prepared myself to run again.

My fears proved wrong as a young man turned the corner and froze mid-step, raising his hands defensively as he acknowledged my tension. He wore strange golden clothing and armor and wore a tall, golden crown atop his head. The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Excuse me, My Lady, I have no intentions of causing harm," his voice assured, slightly easing my stress, yet I still didn't trust him. I nodded, signaling to him that I understood.

"I am King Ahkmenrah, may I have your name?" He asked politely, bringing his hands back down to his sides. I looked at my feet, deciding if I could trust him, then looked back up to meet his eyes.

"I am Fayetta."

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So sorry this is out two days late! Unfortunately, updates will be coming out painfully slow, as I'm trying to get the story drafted so that I know what I want to happen, and later if I think of something else, I can just go back to a draft to change something without alerting you guys of every time I save. Anyway, hope you like it!

Thank you for reading! You all have no idea how much it means to me that I already have over 100 reads on just the prologue!!!!

Happy Reading!

-WN