The blue of the night sky pales as a gentle dawn light peaks above the horizon.  Small grey clouds become coated in pink shimmer as a girl's footsteps echo against the cold stone pavement of a sidewalk.  A black coat covers her from head to toe, and every inch of her seems to be turned away from the world.  Her hood, up.  Her shoulders, hunched.  

Her arms, crossed tight against her chest.

Or perhaps... clutching something tight against her chest?

The girl, who looks rather young if you peaked beneath her cloak of darkness, stops in front of a porch as silence once more fills the air.  She looks at the barren house, barren now because all the beautiful words that once were painted so wondrously were washed away.  No one is here, nothing but her and the sky above, but if someone were to come they wouldn't see a difference.  For the words were not painted by a brushstroke but painted by her eyes, and only those eyes could see them.

Could see them.

This is where it all began, however many years ago.  She has lived here in this realm of imagination, realm of fantasy for years now.  She loved it, she cherished it, she grew up with it.  This is no house.

This is her home.

The girl shifts the mysterious object to her left arm and uses her other to gently pull down her hood.  She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and gently goes to open the door.  At first it seems stuck, and it only opens after she uses her full strength.  It's sad, she thinks.  She never used to struggle to enter this place before.

She walks down the empty hallways, gazing all around her.  Memories awaken from a deep slumber, memories of people she will never see, memories of a world she will never exist in.  Memories of strife, of love, of sacrifice that only she will ever know.

A single beam of sunlight shines through a broken window.  She turns, shielding her eyes, to look outside.  Dawn has come, the sun is waking up.  

Her time here is limited, but she knows where she has to go.

Her pace quickens, then slows, then quickens, then slows again as opposing thoughts begin to swirl in her mind like a gruesome tornado.  So much of her life she has invested into her friends, her beliefs.  At first it was easy.  Everything came to her.  But as time went on, the realm of imagination and the realm of fantasy began to fade.  The magic began to fizzle.  Smiles faded into nothing.  

Sometimes, we have to accept that things aren't always going to be what they were thought out to be.  Sometimes, we have to accept that things will change.  Sometimes, we have to learn to let things go, and she's realized this.  

She unlocks a door that leads to a now-empty office.  All that remains is a desk with two drawers, one on the left, one on the right.  She opens the drawer on the left and slips the object inside it.  It is a book, or at least it's trying to be.  In reality, it's a clumsy stack of papers binded together.  But with what little inspiration she has left, it is a gorgeous hardcover binded with gold.

This world of magic has helped her for so long.  It got her through so much, and she will always keep a tiny piece of it inside her heart.  But now, the light of inspiration has dimmed on that world.  She can't see as much as she used to.  And instead of struggling, she knows.  She knows that it's time to let it go, to live her life as they wanted for her.

"Wait for me," she whispers. 

"We have all eternity.  Go now, see the sun.  We will never cease to wait for your return."

She closes the drawer, his voice echoing in her ears.  He was the first person she met in this world, him and his enigmatic golden eyes, and he'll be the last she'll say goodbye to.

Her footsteps echo on cold hardwood floors as she leaves the office.  She takes one look at the desk.

"Goodbye," she murmurs.  "I hope your summers are bright and your mornings are peaceful."

She leaves without waiting for his reply.  She rushes through the house, puts her hood back on, and once again enters the outside world.  After taking one last look at this place, she begins to walk away.  It's time for her to live her life, it's time for her to live without the fantasy.

A single tear escapes her but she forces her pace to be brisk.  Maybe she will return to that world one day.  Maybe she will never return.  

However, whichever way it may be, she knows that it will be okay, and that brings a fragment of a smile back to her.

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Me again.  It's been a while since I posted in here.  Little life update, I start university tomorrow, so I will be putting a stop to The Fae Prophecy planning and writing on Wattpad to focus on my studies.  Maybe I'll do the occasional planning session, but nothing too serious as studies are my priority.  

This is also the first thing I've written in months that I actually FELT like writing.  Maybe my inspiration's coming back, or maybe it's not.  We'll have to wait and see, but no matter what happens, I think it'll be okay.  

All I can say is wait.  Because that's all you can do, and to put it quite frankly, that's all I can do.  Now's not the right time to be doing all this planning, but I did all I could for now and maybe it's ok.  I'm super sorry I have nothing for all of you, I wish I could be better.

I hope you all had an amazing summer and no matter what you're doing this year, school or otherwise, I'm sure you'll do amazing.  Have courage!  Put yourself out there!  Don't turn into a blob of social anxiety like me, lol.

Anyways, that's it.  I'll see you again once my first semester is finished, in December.  I won't be posting on here unless it's important during that time.  Love you all! :)