She sneaks through the tall grass in the field, making her way to the very edge of the yard. To the creek that dried long before she was ever even a thought.
She stopped slightly at end of the rickety boards she had slowly come to love, and hunched her shoulders. Those boards transported the small afraid child to a world only she knew of.
Little did she know, her father watched her silently as she took the first tentative step forward. He didn’t know why she paused.
He had never paid attention before when she had disappeared for hours on end.
At last, she crossed the bridge that she had created. She paused behind the tree to the left of The Crossing Point, and grabbed her gear.
Within moments, she was draped in her finest garb, with her crown settled rather precariously on her brow and her sword attached to her waist by her belt. She made her way forward.
Glancing every few moments to help her guard her own self, she worked down the path that led to her kingdom.
She was within a hundred yards of the portcullis to her castle when she senses their movement to her right.
Back in reality, the man saw her spin and twist her way through the trees at the edge of the yard. Fighting her way through her imaginary attackers.
Before long, she was out of his sight, her figure had become shrouded by the trees and by the twilight that had rapidly appeared.
She defeated her assailants and strode confidently through the gate in front of her. Her posture so drastically changed from before.
After stepping under the arch at the entrance, she placed her sword back in it's scabbard and began the process of pleasing her subjects.
Waving slowly to each of those that had waved and cheered as she walked through the court and up the steps into her home away from home.
Her crest was above the grand wooden doors and on the breastplate of every one of her sentries. She showed how she felt about it by displaying it every possible place she could allow.
The small kitten prancing daringly around the wolf howling at the moon with the sword stabbed through the center of it. She was so proud of that crest.
After having spent months perfecting it, she had no other choice but to be satisfied.
The doors shut behind her, giving her a modicum of peace that was soon interrupted by The High Council.
They warned of the army approaching on the horizon, believed to be lead by none other Laylana.
The girl shook her head at the idea of fighting the being who helped her create all that was before her and wished silently that she would not make it far enough to face the Dark Queen.
It was cowardly of her, for she knew she was the only one who could face her and survive.
The High Council was ordered to assemble the legions and prepare for war. By the time everyone settled down for an uneasy session of waiting, the opposing company was almost upon them.
The Queen did not want to fight. The last thing she wanted to see was her own people falling to blades that she had helped create.
Nonetheless, she was on the front line when surging forward, and after what felt like days she glimpsed the opponent she dreaded fighting mere feet in front of her.
The fighting parted almost instantaneously. Brothers were once again reunited by the simple feeling of awe based on what they were about to witness.
The black armored combatant held her sword at the ready and waited for the gold dressed warrior to attack, only an attack didn't come.
Laylana surged forward and the clash of metal rang out as sword met sword. They pushed forward against each other.
The range with which they were in was small enough to feel the other's’ breath on each of their cheeks.
The girl spoke quietly, and got over with what she came to do. This was not her place anymore. She belonged in the real world.
The Dark Queen stepped back as if pained by the words the girl shared. She raised her sallet over her head and the crowd gasps. They were one and the same.
They were a two sided duo, and without one, the other was sure to fail.
The girl says goodbye to all of those she holds dear. She grants them safe passage to a new life, a life within a story that would be remembered forever, and bids them all farewell.
She turns and embraces the Dark Queen and suddenly she's back in her life.
Her father never asks her why he never saw her come back over the bridge, and sometimes fears she never left her imaginary world.
But she did leave, and was never to return, for the bridge that was in her mind had been destroyed with no possible hope for resurrection.
And the bond she once fought to destroy became stronger as she accepted that one can never truly rid themselves of their evil counterparts. And thus the girl moved on with her life.