The Youngest Prince

Even though I was running from my attackers in the dark, desolate forest, I couldn't resist the allure of a half-opened door. I found this a mystery; I didn't expect this. I think that's just how magic works - there's always an element of the unknown. My resilience fueled my desire to explore what lay beyond. I left the door open as a sign when I entered, but it closed on its own, so there was no turning back.

There was only moving forward that I kept walking slowly there in the mist I come to a bright light my eyes had to adjust. As this becomes to grow impossible; it felt as though I was going blind. Slowly my eyes become clear I am startled to see a empire reduced to ash. It reminded me of a concealed city all the books I read in the royal library.

The empire wasn't of the world I knew, as I keep walking the toppled columns and marble roads. The builds reduced to nothing. It seemed like there was no hope.

It was then I arrive standing in the middle of a public square more ash, and the civilisation is no longer populated. The bright light, the beauty I imagine was once there is nothing but a field of a death. There was no glory. I wonder if a war had to have happened here.

The only thing in this ancient former empire is a large statue depiction of the prince. This boy looked to be at least eighteen annuals. I look into his statue eyes. I was in a hypnotic state and felt myself fade away.

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That was my first short story I ever wrote when I was about sixteen years old. I was to read it in front of everyone at the Medina County Fair Grounds when I was in high school. I won the Short Story Contest. It was probably the hardest thing for me to do. I don't do well with public speaking, not even with short story readings.

I had done an alternative project growing the largest cabbage, and won second place. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I read that short story. Would it have changed things? Would I be on a different path? Who is to say, all I can say is I still have those same insecurities? Yes, I do. Only these insecurities as an adult are different.

I have been told I have high intuition. I am resilient and unstoppable. I have made a lot of mistakes I wish I could take back and only two I wish I could.

One, giving my car away literally because I didn't think I would ever be back in Ohio. Two, not coming back for my form furry baby Ricky.

When my English Professor asked me if I would ever have a dog again? I said I'm still grieving that lose an only thing that ever truly hurt me. My mother had taken my furry baby to the animal shelter. That's the only thing that ever truly hurt me. My dog, if he was still mine, would my laying right now against my side in my bed at home while I wrote. I think that was really the only thing that truly hurt me; she knew I loved Ricky because I left the family she got rid of my Ricky to hurt me.

I think that's what really stuck with me she told me if I didn't like how things, were I could leave. So I left. I didn't think she would ever take away the only thing I really loved. And try to ruin my marriage to.