Our words can be bewildering to others.

Especially when they derive from our parents. And more so, if your parent is a woman who believes, wholeheartedly, in the idea of magic.

I had been ten years old, sitting on a round table with Lexi Cara, conversing the possibility of fairies, dragons, and gods being real.

"It is obvious that fire-breathing dragons aren't real. If they were, I'm positive I would be siting on a gigantic pile of ashes right at this moment," Lexi pointed out. I frowned.

" Actually you wouldn't be sitting here at all, Lex," I added," because according to my Mother those who deny the existence of Dragons are often killed by them."

She narrowed her eyes at me.

I crossed my arms, defiantly.

" Are you implying you believe in them?" She stated accusingly. I nodded.

" Your mother is filling your mind with awful things, Haydee. Instead of making you believe in princesses, she makes you believe in dragons. Dark creatures which are not good for you. I listen to my mother, but I assure you she's in her right mind." I gaped at her subtle insult of my mother. She'd just insinuated that my mother was crazy. I was beyond offended.

" She knows things. More than your right minded mother will ever know," I stated proudly, getting up from my seat, and walking away from her. As I glanced back, she gave me a pointed look and proceeded to eat her unfinished meal.

Later that day, my mother took me to Mrs. Cara's house because she had to run some errands. While she was gone, I was left to play with Lexi, whose presence was beginning to annoy me. Her lack of faith in dragons was starting to irritate me as well.

" So, how come your mother speaks of dragons so fairly?" Lexi offered. I looked at her, sighing. I had been trying to ignore her for the whole thirty minutes I've been at her house, but it seemed impossible now. Her questions sparked my interest.

" She doesn't," I replied vaguely, trying to ignite more questions out of her. I'd never shared my mother's stories with anyone, and Lexi seemed curious enough.

" Is that so?" She sat next to me, her hand holding her head up, as she stared up at me in wonder," Then what does she tell you about them?"

I smiled slightly. My eyes sparkle with excitement, and my hands sweat with anxiousness. In my best storytelling voice, I quote my mother, " In the world of Erebus, magic is a weapon. Love is a mystery. Adventure is everywhere, and dragons are real. " Lexi raised an eyebrow, and interrupts my story by declaring, " You're speaking as in this world is in the present. As in nowadays--"

" It is," I confirm.

" Magic is not the only thing that resides in this world. Creatures, Dark creatures lurk in the darkness creating the chaos which feeds them. Elves, nymphs, dwarves, demons, Princesses--" She interrupted again, uncertain " Princesses?" I nod.

" Now back to the dragons. My mother also told me there's only one dragon left in this world. And that when I'm older I'll be my job to abolish it and free the Kingdom of Thena from it," I added enthusiastically.

" You're a fool to believe that," she shook her head. I furrowed my eyebrows. She was being outright negative and pessimistic.

" Just you wait," I looked out the window, and smiled fully, " I'm going to save the world of Erebus one day..."

Lexi snorted. " Sure. But stick to things your age as of now. Maybe it'll help your crooked imagination get back to normal." Then, she proceeded to play, leaving me there to stare at the declining sun in wonder. After looking away from the fading light, I sighed. 

I've never felt so lonely. My only friend, Lexi, thinks of me as insane for believing in my mother's ideas. A knot formed at the base of my throat, as I realized I may have been the only one who's ever believed in mother. I was just a little girl holding on to the belief that I had a purpose in life. Little did I know that was somebody else's purpose and not mine.

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