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Living in a distant, seemingly insignificant corner of the world and hiding in the deep, dark recesses of her mind, she waited.
She was the adventurous sort; a dreamer who spent long hours wandering the paths of her imagination, longing to be taken somewhere different, a place where the monotonous routine of her daily life would be disrupted. She immersed herself in fantasy and folklore, delving deep into worlds created by writers like Tolkien. She lived more in books than she did in the real world and absorbed new information like a dry sponge. She was curious, smart, a nature lover and always on the lookout for an adventure. She was constantly thinking of imaginary worlds, paradises that were entirely her own.
She was an extrovert, although many would believe her to be the opposite at first glance. She knew how to assert and stand up for herself. She always wanted to meet new people and expand her horizons. She never knew when to stop talking, especially if she was talking about adventures or telling stories.
She had a lovely room in a lovely house, went to a good school where she excelled, had a cat of which she was very fond, was part of an excellent family and maintained good relationships with all of its members.
She should have been very happy. Certainly, her life was. Yet, she was not happy. She was constantly comparing the worlds that appeared in her books to the world that she lived in. She harbored a deep desire to live in Middle Earth or Narnia. Every time she opened her closet, she would always wonder if something magical lay behind the clothes hangers and the furnished wood. She looked for magic everywhere, finding it in the lights that shone at Christmas, beautiful music, the night sky, in the forest and in other natural happenings.
Many nights, she would dream that she had fallen through a hole in the floorboards only to find herself in the middle of a green meadow, surrounded by the perfumed scent of flowers and a warm breeze. When she cast her gaze upwards, to try and see where she had fallen from, she could see nothing except the bluest sky that she had ever seen. Lifting her arms, she would see that her pajamas had been replaced by a flowing gown. It was always a dark green, elaborately embroidered with silver and gold thread, with a thin brown belt and long, sweeping sleeves. She never felt any fear about the uncertainty of her location. Instead, her heart would suddenly experience a surge of happiness and she would feel a smile creep across her face as she would take off running across the meadow. She would laugh as she ran, feeling the joy in her heart, the wind in her long hair and her dress flying around her. Suddenly, her dream would change and she would find herself standing on a cliff dotted with white flowers. Below the cliff and surrounding it on all sides, she could see the sea. The waves crashed against the cliff, sending the salt spray up towards her.
She loved this dream world. There, one of her imagined paradises would come to life. There, she could be happy. There, she could chase and fulfill her hope of exciting journeys, ones that would take her far and wide. There, she believed, she could meet exotic and magical folk, people who had seen and done more than she could ever hope. She wanted to hear their stories, be able to dance, sing, feast and be merry with them.
But, her life would lead her in strange directions. Soon, she would find her dreams coming to life in most unexpected ways.