Once upon a time there was a girl. With face as pale as lilies white, eyes as blue as the seas. Hair that shined red in the sun, a girl who only wanted to please.
Her dreams at night were filled with things that to others did not exist. Fairies, dragons, big black wolves, mystical creatures and ancient woods. She dreamed she was an angel who could bring the dead to life.
She rarely felt important, she felt guilty for feeling so; to make it up she imagined she was a princess who could make snow. In the darkness of her mind she created Light; she filled that emptiness with visions of the night. Her mind became a place where other worlds she did create, a secret garden that only she knew was there.
Many thought her clueless, to others she was queer, and it became easier for her to return There. Hours she would spend in that selfsame world, seeking to
Escape the harshness of reality.
She didn’t care what they said as long as she could still retreat into that secret garden. There, she knew what she was-much of many things: an alien, an angel
with beautiful wings, a white furred wolf with eyes so wise, an elfish maiden who had to bear the burden of being alone. A fairy girl with skin so pale who lived in
A girl who bore the name of Moon and could turn into a fairy, fox, or moon white doe.
Her garden led to many worlds, so alien or beautiful, whatever she
wanted them to be. A land forever frozen, awash with blinding white. A realm always fire, never was there night. Another dark and mysterious, never with any light.
One she made was the Earth, in a future much like the west, while in the North there were ruins of some ancient world. She copied the realm of Middle Earth, made it her Own-many adventures did she have there, with a name that became Known.
She became the wives that did die before Rinec could save them; she felt the pain of his daughters prematurely growing up. The harshness of the worlds
She made caused her to realize that the pain in her heart she could deny, but she could not disguise. She was still waiting for someone to see her, waiting for her Prince.
So many times in real life, and in every one of her stories,
the girl got her man. But this girl, this Princess, still remained alone. Waiting for the Prince to come…waiting…waiting.
At first the stories in her head ended happily. But as time went on she realized they reflected her feelings-the girl maybe got the man, she was
no longer alone, but then something terrible happened, and only the man remained-as cold as stone, grieving. Was this her inner feeling, that she would
find happiness, and as the wind changes swiftly, so she would fade away, leaving the Love she had finally found to slowly decay?
Oh, so sad it was for her to know deep inside, that this world she made was keeping her from having a real life. She wanted one, for sure she did, yet something
held her back. The end of this world inside meant the return of the black. For as it was in the Beginning, so it was with her-at first she was alone in darkness, then she did make light, in the void when there was nothing, suddenly there was life.
If the secret garden died, she would be a Princess no longer, the fair alien flowers would wilt and fade, the portals that led to other worlds would simply…go away.
Even if she let the world that she had created die, still she knew that in real life, nothing would change. There would still be those who whispered, still be those
who mocked, and the worst thing would be that she would not have a secret garden to go to and to rest. Yes, she would have her Father, yet did not her Father allow her to
create the garden? She knew though that He did not want her to stay there, He wanted her to make friends that really did care.
How could this girl choose between one and the other? If she kept the garden, it would slowly destroy her and she never would have friends, yet if she let it go, she always would regret it.
So she did sigh so deeply, with such feeling, and gathering her courage, she dared stay. Her heart and mind remained in that secret garden, rarely adventuring back into
the real world and reality. Occasionally she left and would make small conversation, and then she would withdraw back into the realm that no one else could see.
She had determined in her soul that always she would be that girl that once upon a time did make a secret garden.
Sad she was every once and a while, rarely did she smile, but it was a small price to pay to always be the Fairy, always be the Princess, always be the Queen.
