Deceiving Destiny

Prologue

Ever since I was a little kid, being swept by the heyday of marchen stories such as Cinderella, Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, and Sleeping Beauty- whose main purpose is to make the naive thinking of robust lassies such as me filled with nothing but pure enthusiasm of making their own fairy tales, I've always been trapped in a world of phantasm wherein I've got to be someone I'm not and paint my own story. I used to believe in happily ever after since then- the kind wherein you'd get to ride your own Pegasus; the kind wherein you'd get to meet your own Prince Charming, the one who'll surely sweep you off your feet; the kind wherein Mr. and Mrs. Pot exist, to keep you company whenever you feel lonely. Very superficial as it is, I've also longed of having my own glass slippers and fairy godmother and even bitching stepsisters that will make my fantasy wholly complete.

I remembered this particular evening, while I was watching Sleeping Beauty at our living room- Prince Philip forcing his way through the throngs of thorns adorning the once immaculate facade of the castle just to save Aurora, I jumped at my feet and declared that one day I will definitely have the pleasure of meeting my own Philip and he'll declare his undying love for me, earning a snicker from my twin, Tyler, and his annoying best friend, Blake. I didn't indulge on their mocking back then; I even made it my life's mission to prove to them how right I am. I started pestering my parents in buying me dresses- those studded with beads and glitters, the real princess-y type- doll shoes, bracelets and anything that scream 'princess'; I even go so far as to not cut my hair and even enroled myself in an all girl school, bearing in mind that someday my own prince will come and salvage me from the reality I'm living in.

But just like any fairy tale that comes to an end, mine also did; the saddest part was that, the realization bit me in the hardest way possible, stealing the innocence that was once there. As times passed by, I grew tired of waiting for my own Philip, grew tired of staring at my bedside window every night hoping to catch a glimpse of the magnificent stature of Pegasus, grew tired of playing 'The Prince, The Princess, and The Servant' with my brother and Blake. I then really see life as it is- a chasm so deep and dark that you'd have no choice but to be stuck on its center and to just drift away on the direction it pushes you through.

I then abandoned any idea of ever finding my 'Philip' and learnt to live in the harsh world of reality. Princes and Happily Ever Afters only happen in the frivolous domain of tarradiddle. I am no princess and I sure as hell don't have my own prince so that fate doesn't just fit me anymore.

And it so happened that the one person I've never dreamt of ever betraying my trust and crushing my ingenuous heart did exactly just that, completely shattering my whole innocous fantasy and making me fully forget the vagary of my childhood.

Hi people! I hope the introduction and description fairly suits to your liking. :x And nope, I won't be writing in Blake's P.O.V. I know, I know. :/ :) But who knows? ^^ Hope you enjoy and please tell me what you're thinking. :"}}
--XOXO Nikki :]