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Hi, my name is Asnat
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| Created: 2009-11-21 09:39:50 |
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I used to do this a lot.
I sneaked off into the brambly bit behind my school and found the little wooden door. Since last summer it seemed littler than before, too small for me, and when I tried to open it the wood crumbled beneath my hands.
When I ducked through the opening my fairytale land was spent and grey; gone were the singing flowers and the vibrant landscape. The palace, once proud and beautiful, had crumbled into ruin. I wondered if what I came for still existed.
I heard the jingling of bells in the distance and whipped round. A mangy nag was limping down my way, its rider begrimed and dressed in rags; I gasped when I saw they were the livery of the Royal House. What had happened?
"Who are you?" he asked.
I stood there, bemused. Once everyone had known me. "I wish to see the Prince," I said, trying to muster up the confidence I didn't have.
The man laughed bitterly. "The Prince won't see anyone," he informed me. "Too busy trying to sort out the country, they say, although I reckon he's busy slitting his wrists. No-one could reform the country after the mess that girl put it in."
I straightened my back. "Which girl?"
"You're not from here, are you?" he said. "That Asnat girl. Sent a plague of invaders here."
I hung my head. So this was the damage I had caused..."I'm on urgent business. Please. I need to see him now."
The man's face softened. "All right, but don't blame me for anything that happens. Here." He helped me onto the nag and we were off.
"Well, here we are," he said, stopping by the gates of the palace. "Straight on until you hit the big fountain, then turn left and he'll be in the centre of the Rose Garden, near the fountain, y'know?"
I nodded and bade him goodbye, wincing at what the gardens had become: the great fountain only trickled (and that was from a leak) and the plants were dead. The stench of rotting leaves filled the air, and the Rose Garden looked like something out of a post-apocalyptic painting. It was all I could do not to cry as I turned into the centre and saw the Prince again.
"You came back," he said stiffly, not looking at me. Like everything else, he had changed. The proud and handsome man I once knew was gone; he was still attractive, but he was humbler and less striking. He was normal.
"Yes," I replied. It came out more quietly than I intended. "...What happened?"
He turned to me sharply. "You know perfectly well what happened; you told. This is what happened."
"I don't understand how telling people destroyed Imaginationland."
He sighed, but at least he seemed prepared to listen to me now. "Look. You believe this place exists without question, don't you?" I nodded. "They don't," he continued. "They think Imaginationland is a child's fantasy. They think you're too old for such things...as indeed you are. So they refuted your arguments. This is the result."
"You mean I was dreaming it all?" I asked.
He put a hand on my shoulder, like he did in the old days. "Not exactly...When you go here, you leave normal space-time. Objectively, that hole in the wall does not exist except for people with wild imaginations, people like you. Anything you see here is a representation of events occurring elsewhere."
I began to understand. "So when they invaded..."
"...This is a representation of them attempting to destroy Imaginationland. They mostly succeeded, hence the state of the place. But they didn't completely."
I brightened. "Does this mean we can restore it again?"
The Prince shook his head. "...No...you've grown up. You've changed. You've lost this place forever. The best thing to do is end this for both of us. You need men in the real world."
"None of them compare to you, though..."
That was the decisive moment when he stepped forward and kissed me. "None of them ever will," he said when we had finished. "You have to compromise and let go. Imaginationland will never rise again. Every moment I spend alive hurts because I know this. Please, let me go, let us all go. I still love you, but this goes beyond love. You're hurting the world by doing this. Let go."
I was crying. "I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I'm sorry."
He took me in his arms again...comforted me. "It had to happen."
"Can I say one thing before I say goodbye?" I asked.
"Go ahead. We have all the time in the world."
"I regret nothing."
"As you should," he said to me before we separated for the last time. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye." |
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