Through the Glass

When I was a little girl I had always dreamt of glass cities shimmering gold in the sunlight and magic so thick in the air you could feel the hum vibrating in your skin. A day when ancient elves could once again reign free in their golden cities with their heads held high in all of their glory.
Everyone in my clan thought I was a naive idealist.
Whenever my Keeper, Deshanna, would bring us closer to one of the ancient ruins, I would sneak away for hours and just wander around the place imagining what it was like a thousand years ago. Where the structure of the building didn't hold together over the passing of time, I would use my imagination to picture what the room could be. I would envision that the high walls transformed themselves into the entrance to a grand ballroom. People from all over the world would come to this place to dance throughout the night. Everyone would be dripping in the most lavish gowns and as music filled the halls playing lightly over the voices of people mingling. I would dance along with them in the ballroom until I would be collected for dinner.
I become so enthralled with the idea of the ancient people, I didn't tell anyone when I finally found one.