A storm was approaching, the wind grew heavier , breezed faster, the air and sky was dark and foggy , all looked null and void , tall trees surrounded the place, the horizon was dark and blocked . Yet admist all this was the other side one which was transparent and all the scrubs and turmoil here had no effect on it , it was peaceful, quiet and calm. Though eyes of an ordinary couldn't see it . The only people who've ever stepped inside it was the Crown Prince and Princess . And after so many years, She was here again but this time only alone but with no one to seek her .....
Princess Renalanda stood in front of the gate waved her hand and it came to sight. She walked in and closed it back . She was finally home . Back to where it all started....THE ILLUSION GATE.......
She walked towards the flower swing floating in the distance, summoned it and sat on it . As if it knew, the swing released itself and took her so high and remained there. It was beautiful staring down at the creatures and quietness in the distance.... Her eyes fell on a cottage and it rained. Her pale blue ees rained tears that streamed down her face.... She removed the bracelets on her hand , slowly caressed it and looked up..... as flashes of that dark and stormy night came together.... The night she met him and he knew her ...
........ Flashback to 10 years ago ....
It was the festival of light celebrated to honour the purity of the Heavenly Realm. A festival of families ,freedom, peace and harmony. A festival of lights. Yet she felt so alone. Everyone was with family and she was out on the streets , cold internally. Though used to it , it hurts so much it felt like she was gonna burst . She had walked everywhere and now she was probably lost . The place was suddenly dark , it looked like a storm was coming, the wind grew heavier and she was just 14 ( about 300 years old in realm age ) . She kept walking backwards and backwards till she fell into something and suddenly everywhere was bright....
Her eyes grew vigilant, her gaze sharp , her stance was calculated. She drew out her dagger in hand and walked around...She waited, listened then checked around. It was an entirely different world ....
It was so nostalgic....
The soft breeze, the chairs , tables, there was a bowl of ramen on the table with a wine glass, she moved closer, touched it ....still hot ....just made yet no one was here. How ?
A cottage was in sight, carrying a feeling of chills and mixed warmth . It carried a sense of familiarity and home ... home ? . That was something she never felt nor knew . What's home ? How can she go there.
Her legs were pulling her but she pushed it off and turned her back to it . She picked up the ramen, sat and ate ,lost in thoughts , wrapped up and went to the swing , sat , sighed and suddenly the ground shook yet it didn't affect this realm. It was perfectly imperfect .