Prologue: Editor's Note

Once upon a time, there was a fair maiden with a story stuck in her head. Due to the location, no brave knights were available to free said story from its membranous dungeon.

Because this, dear reader, is reality. Knights who climb hair and princes who search for the owners of glass shoes (and seriously, who would wear glass? What if you threw a tantrum and stomped your foot too hard? OUCH!) only exist 'Once Upon a Time'.

That's the thing about fairy tales though, isn't it? The very nature of them causes one to suspend belief. And there may be days where you look at a Sequoia and imagine it to be a beanstalk, but how terrifying would it be to stand head to toe with a giant? The reader can stand on the outside and observe without ever being in danger. That's the allure. Cause you wish you can go on an adventure, but you know you will be safe under your covers when it is done.

Is it fair to even wish yourself into a story? Sure, your day to day life may feel humdrum, but are you brave enough, strong enough or clever enough to do even half of what those heroes and heroines repeat every page turn? I guess sanity is for the weak. For years, I've wanted so badly to escape. To ride on dragons or stowaway on pirate ships. I've wanted those books to literally suck me in, knowing I'd be in mortal peril as soon as I land. Cause even Narnia has a White Witch. Maybe it's the black and white of it? It's easier to be brave when you know there's a bad guy and where that bad guy will be. Like hitting a save point and healing up before a boss battle, cause video games are stories as well.

I don't want to be the one creating or controlling the story anymore. I want to be in it. But, the only knights I know are stuck in the folds of my cerebellum, and there is no magical winged key to release that kind of prisoner. I mean, Zeus made have been able to bear Athena from his mind, but that's a myth. Myths though, were created to explain truth...

Next Chapter: Chapter 1