The Princess Awakes

There it goes again.

Another round of this disappointed sun was going down, and it went down sending a look towards me.

I thought maybe looking outside just one more time would help me accept this gruesome silence. It was always so silent. So still. I knew the lack of boots pounding up the cobblestone mocked me day and night. If it had a voice, it would whisper, "What a shame."

"Prince Charming isn't coming." I whispered, while staring at the invisible moon. Now the stars were looking down too, wondering what's next, just as I am.

Sighing, I grabbed the chalk to scratch out another day.

"Oh." The candle in the corner vibrated aggresively, as if to tell me that there was no more space on the wall.

I lost count after 8500.

Tonight, out of all nights, I heard something other than the familiar nothingness. As I laid down, the weight of the turn of events crushed my already bleeding heart.

A gargled sound left my lips.

And something like water began to blind me and flood down my neck. A sound turned into many.

" He's never coming...is he?"

Well, where is he? Did he forget to come? Did he not get the invite when I was a young girl?

What...what do I do now?

" Help! Somebody help!" I screamed with all my might. My head was on fire as the water from my eyes drowned half of my bed. It was hard to see with how much was coming out. I've never experienced anything like this.

" HELPPPPPPP!" How I knew to scream for help, I don't know, but a panic like no other rose like fire in my chest. I began to claw at the stupid cobblestone and grab every pot and pan to bang mountains out of it.

I even tried going to the open window, but the dizzying height of this castle made me gasp for air and run back to my bed. My safety.

I get it now.

I'm stuck here. No one's coming to take me.

I thought when I was a youth that the man from my dreams would come when he said he would. Fairy godmother came when I was small and sung a lullaby for me to see him the first night that I did.

Soon.

The handsome tall man would whisper soon every night that I closed my eyes. And I would feel this warmth that I never knew was possible outside of the summer's heat.

Soon was before 8500 suns and moons.

I learned it all from the books that were here. From cooking whatever the beast outside this castle would bring me, learning how to waltz, how to wash myself, keep the castle clean, I've read the Bible, and even read on how to ride a horse when he would come.

But the fairy godmother never came back. And my dreams turned into something else. I would be surrounded by fire before waking up in a cold sweat.

The water ceased. I stared at the muddy brown ceiling.

What now?

" ... well... you can kill the dragon yourself." I sprung up in fear.

" WHO'S THAT?" Looking around frantically, there was no one else in the room with me. But the voice was audible and real. The shaking of my chest testified that someone was here.

" I'm the God of what you read every day." The voice answered calmly, despite my fear.

Many books rang through my head...

How to eat proper- no

The adventures of Dynasty- no

Uhhh, How to Slay a Dragon?

...

No

What book? Silence returned for a while as I pondered.

" The Holy Bible..." I marveled.

Last night, after reading David's psalm of crying out for help, I was just playing around and decided to make a plea.

I didn't know today I would mean it.

Neither did I think that God of David was real.

" Freedom... close your eyes, let me show you something." I hesistantly closed my eyes. A warm breeze then began to fill the room and dance around my eyes. A spark flickered in the darkness.

Then the spark turned into something that played like multiple images.

A vision consumed what I knew to be real. It was a young woman such as myself. She was on her bed before quickly, she wailed fiercely. The image was as bold as her cries. I could sense that she was no longer waiting on a man to make her feel good. Then she jumped down the window, where she was firm on a golden horse as it galloped harshly. Her clothes wasn't a wedding dress, instead it was sharp armor that kissed the beaming sun.

She wasn't daydreaming of dancing in a ballroom in a delicate garment. She rode in a desolate land, holding a long and heavy sword instead of a bouquet. Her face was painted underneath with the blood of her opposers. She had somewhere to be. She rode down in a straight path. She was angry. No longer a damsel in poor distress. Her head protected by strong metal, her eyes guarded by something better than choice silver.

She didn't dare to dream of a man slaying the dragon that kept her high in a prison. I saw her slay that ugly beast by the help of her God. She didn't have time anymore to play around in her room figuring out how to dance to the right song. She had somewhere to be. Her identity stolen by that witch she thought was her advocate. She was on her way to strike her sword through its cold heart. She wanted to stare into that fairy's beady eyes as it was losing power and breath.

Her identity was once forever in its hands. Until she woke up, past day 8500 of waiting for a made-up story to come to pass. She was tired of waiting and being tortured through it all. A real man came to set her free. Fully God and fully what she had hoped for. He was her true savior. He told her the truth, that she didn't have to stay where she once was.

Jumping back, the vision left me as the cold and stale brown room entered my sight.

" Freedom... get up and go kill the dragon. It's time to go."

And suddenly, something like the heat of the day filled my belly. Tears of sorrow turned to freeing laughter and though I shook from what could be next, I reached the window. With one last glance, I closed my eyes and jumped. As I flew in the air, my chest heaved up and down as I couldn't contain the joy of my laughter.

I'm free.