Not your average Cinderella story(ON HOLD)

Thinking out loud

The night was cold as the night breeze filled the small area I was currently working in. The night noises filling up the quiet atmosphere as birds sang soft songs to each other and the crickets making the lovely buzzing noises they make. I watched the moon shine bright in the night sky, looking so huge in all its beauty. Rubbing my neck I skimmed through more of the hand written notes that were filled in all the journals. Reading an entry before Cassius was born :

August 8, 2078

I am getting nearer to finding the truth about the hidden door way, in hopes one day I can bring my son home. This place is no place to raise my son. He needs to be with his family in my kingdom. Before I came here with the rest of the maids and solders in hopes to find the rightful Queen or Princess I spoke to the King himself he predicted that I was not to live long after my child's birth. At first it confused me because I was so young and did not have a husband to be having such relations with, however now that I see the truth of this world and how it corrupts every one to think its okay to do the things they do. It is history repeating over and over again until there is nothing left and we must start all over.

There was a legend once about how the human race was free to do as they pleased, I hope one day that will return. Even if these people trapped here are unaware of the cruel monarchy and how they control everyone and everything, it is no place for a child to grow up, definitely not a dream walker.

Tomorrow is said to be my due date and if the king was correct it will also be the day that I take my last breath. My son will be given to a different family, considering that his father is one of the kings I am not betting on it that he will raise my child. I shall name him Cassius after my father, he was a great man, the general in the Dream Armed Forces. D.A.F for short basically they would monitor dreams withing the whole world, he was killed one night from a corrupted mind, a trap in disguise. Cassius will be great just like his grandfather.

If my son ever comes to this place and he will remember although not really knowing me as his mother he will feel some type of emotional connection to this place for this is the place I was laid to rest. My dearest son Cassius Tyler Kane, if your father actually did take care of you then that means you are a crowed prince. Congratulations, I am sorry for never being around for death had consumed my life and I must dream with the fallen. I loved you before I even met you for you were the only one ever to know what my heart sounded like from the inside. I carried you in my body until it was time for your birth. You may feel alone right now but know that you are not alone. I love you son and even if we never meet again I will always be by your side watching you grow every step of the journey. i just hope and pray that it is a rightful life you follow. Times have changed and they are not the same, the monarchy is taking over the world once more making us be forced to move back to an updated version of the mid-evil times. Just know it wasn't always this way. If you ever wonder how the world use to be you can always count on America to show you the freedom of how the world once was. They are the only land you will find that is behind on the times if you think about it they continue to run the country with a government instead of the rest of the world who decided the monarchy would be better. Cassius you are meant for great things and when the time comes you will be a great Night walker. With all my love I must say my final good byes.

With love Vanity Kane

As I read her final goodbye a few tears slipped passed my eyes. I never read this journal before in fact it was the first time ever seeing it, I knew I had to give this to Cassius this was apart of him this Journal was his. I quietly walked into the room he was sleeping in or not sleeping in since he was awake and reading. He looked tired as he flipped the page and suddenly looking up with a questionable look on his face.