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I am back with a new story. I have been inspired by reading a few dark fantasy/demon romances this year and got an idea for an intense & cute ABDL story that has perspective switches. It's a bit new and different. The chapters are very *intentionally* incorrectly numbered - if anyone is wondering where a chapter is, that is why. Besides that, I'm excited to hear your thoughts on this new story and enjoy!☺️ Also to note, I have written this story in full and will post weekly. Follow to get notifications! This story should be fully uploaded by October, a perfect read for Halloween! Eternally Bound by Flames & Diapers Teaser Trailer: Some secrets are summoned. Others awaken. After the sudden death of her husband, Lileth Hart retreats into solitude, carrying with her a strange leather bound book she found near his grave. Grieving, haunted, and seeking answers, Lily escapes to a remote woodland cabin on Halloween weekend. Armed with wine, whispered memories, and a secret side of herself she’s never dared reveal. But grief can open more than wounds. It can open portals. What begins as a playful, if desperate, séance turns into something far more dangerous when Lily unintentionally summons a being not of this world. Ancient. Beautiful. Predatory. He calls himself Zeke. Bound to her through blood and forgotten magic, Zeke claims he cannot leave. But as the nights grow colder and reality bends, Lily begins to question who summoned who and why he seems so drawn to the darkest parts of her shame. As a forbidden bond forms between mortal and demon, Lily will uncover secrets buried not just in the earth... but in her soul. Some flames never die. Some are bound to be reignited. Warnings: dark nature, sexual/smut, BDSM elements All characters depicted are 18+. AI Disclosure: I used AI to help brainstorm, get over my deep writer’s block, and enhance a few scenes, but the story is still very much my own. Most of it was written and edited by me, even before using AI. Writer’s block has stalled my past projects and I hope to continue those with some AI help in the future. _____________________________________ Chapter 1: Death Do Us Part I stared at our picture in the graveyard, my flowers I laid down from the week prior withering away. My tear-stained cheeks were raw from hours of crying. I felt my satchel vibrate on what I assumed was missed calls and texts from my sister, my mom, and probably Marissa. She always reached out around times she'd think I'd need her. It was the darkest day of my life’s anniversary, after all. Correction: our darkest day’s anniversary. I felt guilty thinking I was alone, yet, I was alone. Anniversary. Huh, why did that sound so funny? I let out a laugh as a fresh tear rolled down my cheek, remembering our first wedding anniversary two years ago. His brown hair. His blue eyes twinkling at dinner, so alive. So fucking alive. A year would pass, and he’d be dead. Gone. A tragic accident on the expressway, hit by a drunk semi-truck driver. I remember it clear as day: the call came at 2:08 AM. “Lileth Hart?” My brain was half-awake. “Uh, yeah?” “Your husband is Aaron Hart, correct?” a voice said over the phone, with muffled sirens in the background. Panic bled into my chest. “Yes, uh, who is this? This isn’t a prank, right?” I sat up suddenly, dread creeping in. Aaron had gone out to the bar that night with Kenney. He usually texted me by midnight. “No, ma’am. This is Officer Renley. I’m sorry to inform you that we found Aaron in an accident. He... didn’t survive.” My heart squeezed painfully as I felt my lungs give out. He kept talking as my cheeks felt wet. “We are trying to retrieve his body now. We’ll update you with the next steps. I’m very sorry, Miss Hart.” I turned on my lamp, gasping for breath as a panic attack overtook me. The world spun. Nothing felt real. He was supposed to come home. He was supposed to be... No. Stop. Days later, I’d be at my husband’s funeral. A widow at twenty eight. He was my senior year of college hookup that turned into a full-fledged relationship. We met at a party, went on a few dates and then crossed third base. Before I knew it, I had my master’s in psychology and we were engaged. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to process that maybe I shouldn’t have gotten married, considering he never knew who I truly was. It seemed the natural thing to do though. Once you date for a few years, you move in and get married, right? That’s what I thought and I did, hiding my true self like I was good at. 5 years went of a vanilla, boring relationship. God, how awful was I to say boring about my late husband? Fuck, I was a villain in some book, that was certain. My greatest regret of our relationship was never indulging in my inner dark mechanisms and telling Aaron who and what I was. I knew I had weird things I liked since a young age, yet I’d always been terrified to tell anyone. Not my best friend, not my past boyfriends and surely not my husband. Admittedly, I had dark and weird desires. Diapers. Specifically, diapers. Yes, fucking diapers. Being babied. Treated like a little girl. From the age of seven, I daydreamed about being regressed, punished, put back in diapers. I never told a soul. Not friends, not boyfriends, not even Aaron. Sometimes, I’d book solo weekends, wear diapers, read erotica, and indulge in the weird darkness I couldn’t explain. I told myself it was wrong. Gross. Unloveable. Guilt seeped into me over the years of dating, being engaged and then getting married. The lies, the stories I made up of girl’s trips and the bingeing and purging cycles ate at me. When I finally was gaining the courage, it was like the universe punished me and Aaron died. I’d be lying to say how many times I’d imagined him diapering me and being a strict Daddy, yet I couldn’t tell him. No matter how many times I reasoned with the ideas of ‘if he truly loved me, he’d do it’. Part of me was so afraid of him leaving me. Now the jokes on me, I guess, because he left anyways in another way. A final way. I wanted to tell him. I did. But I waited. And then, he died. Now he was gone, and part of me... felt relief. I hated that thought. But it was true. I could wear diapers whenever I wanted. I could finally be myself. Still, grief clung to me. The security I craved died with him. I mourned the future we’d never have. The person I never let him know. I sat on my knees at the grave, sniffing in my own self-pity as I stared at our wedding picture. A part of me grieved him and a part of me got relief from the trap I put myself in. That thought fucked me in the head. I had a recurring thought that we’d have gotten divorced anyways. Maybe, just maybe, it was a good thing he got a stable, good relationship out of the 5 years and passed away quickly. He deserved a good life, even if a short-lived time, right? God, those thoughts fucked with my head. What if I had told him, he left me, and then he died? Wouldn’t that have been better? My phone buzzed again. I checked it. Marissa texted: Thinking of you today. Want me to come by later? I smiled faintly. Still my rock, I texted back: I’ll let you know. Just need a few hours. I sat on my knees at the grave, sniffling, staring at our wedding photo. Part of me missed him. Part of me was freed by his absence. That thought? That thought fucked with my head. I turned to leave and spotted something near the tree line. A tattered, dark brown leather book. I crouched, fingers brushing the edge. A strange symbol that was witch-like or maybe satanic, was etched into the cover. I picked it up and instantly gasped. “Fuck!” A sharp edge cut my finger. Blood trickled down, falling onto the symbol. The symbol shimmered, absorbing the drop. A puff of steam curled from the book. I stared. I tilted my head, “Huh?” I said to myself, blinking and staring at the blood that vanished into the cover. It almost looked like steam rose from the cover, yet I couldn’t tell at my angle and through my blurry eyes from crying most of today. I shook my head, grabbing the strange book and the moment it was in my hands, I felt like the book got warmer. I looked around a final time to see if it’s owner may be around and I took another moment, staring at the book and deciding that I’d keep it for now, still feeling delusional from what I just witnessed and feeling like the damn book was alive, yet I couldn’t leave it. It felt like I should open it and I couldn’t help but keep it for now, rather than let it get ruined by weather or impending rain of the night. After I got in my car, I put the book in my satchel. I sat for a few moments and then looked into my rearview mirror, blotting my face with my sleeve to take away the mascara stains of my tears. “Waterproof mascara my ass.” I muttered to myself as I pulled out of the parking lot. “I don’t know why I even bothered with makeup today.” I said, knowing full-well that ever since Aaron passed, I had gotten into a habit of talking to myself like a crazy person. It seemed loneliness tended to do that to you, really. A few days passed and I forgot about the strange book that was in my satchel. It wasn’t until that weekend after work I laid on my bed in the guest bedroom in my pajamas, watching the movie The Craft that reminded me of the strangely old book in my satchel. I paused the movie, feeling crazy and like a child who believed in witchcraft and magic. I grabbed the book and took it to the guest bedroom, taking a picture on my phone of the cover and checking Google Lens on what the symbol was. “It’s a pentagram, you dumbass.” I mumbled to myself, opening the cover to yellow and tattered papers that smelled stale. I blinked at the first few pages, a blood stain smudging the first few sheets. My eyes stared at the pages as I kept skimming, seeing multiple pages of illegible words in a old language and symbols. It looked like some type of thesaurus with some hand draw symbols every few pages and illustrations. I took a few images and Google Lens to see it was all written in a Latin. The more I searched the phrases, I found it written not in the ‘correct’ or ‘modern’ latin but in an older Latin. After an hour of trying to translate a few words, it became clear that this handwriting was hard to translate since the letters were rough. I gave up after a few hours, finding that the only words I could gather was ‘blood’, ‘séance’ and ‘fire’, with a symbol on that one page. I stared for longer and Google Lens the symbol, finding only a few Wikipedia pages denoting the ‘symbol of summoning the underworld’. My eyes flashed, shaking my head at my internal thoughts of believing that magic could bring my dead husband back. It was stupid… but Halloween was in a week and it didn’t seem too far off, right? I was atheist after all and didn’t believe in anything… What could a little séance hurt? _____________________________ As always, I'd love to know your thoughts and feelings about the characters and where the plot may go! I love reading your comments & thoughts as they motivate me to keep writing and sharing/posting regularly what I love as a hobbyist writer here! ☺️

Hi everyone! I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a while now, so I’d love to hear what anyone thinks about it! Criticism is always allowed as long as it’s constructive, and any ideas are gratefully accepted! I like getting inspiration from people “Our world was created by a god who’s name was lost to time. Should we have known it, we wouldn’t have been able to speak it or write it anyways. The god who created our world was alive long before us, at the very start of existence itself. The will of the universe to expand and build was given to a vessel, the god who created us. Our world was not the first. In the beginning of its duty, the god created to please the universe. But after a while, he grew tired of creating for someone else. The universe saw this, and gave the god freedom. The freedom to build to please itself, as well as to please its creator. The god began creating worlds that were for its own entertainment. We don’t know what these worlds were, but we can assume they were in some way similar to ours. But after creating for so long, and with an infinity of time ahead of it, the god ran out of ideas. So, he went back to the universe, asking for help. The universe gave him the gift of not only creation, but of life. The god was grateful, and began breathing life into his previously ‘dead’ worlds. As well as this, the god created new worlds with life as well. And, of course, one of them was ours. However our world was special. Because it was one that the god allowed itself to have no control over after its creation. The god gave one world form. A massive world of extremes. Full of mountains and rivers and deep valleys and even deeper oceans. Then, the god had an idea. He created something. Well, two something’s. One was a boy, the other a girl, both were ethereal forces beyond what we’d be able to comprehend. Their names were also lost to time, but we know them now as Light and Dark. Dark was a boy, Light was a girl. The god gave his two children, really his first true children, a goal. He showed them the world he’d built for them. And he sat them down, one across from the other. The world was a game for them. They would both try and claim the world as their own. There weren’t any rules besides common sense, except that the two could not directly interfere and had to treat the world with kindness, even if one side was trying to take the world from the other. Now with a goal, a game, the god gave his children personalities. Dark was instinctive, animalistic, desperate to win but lacking a true mind of its own. In exchange, Dark was given immense strength and power in the physical. Light was different. She was the older sister to her younger brother, the kind caretaker of him once her creator left to watch the game. Light was given true sentience, a love for her brother, a will to win and the intelligence to do so as well. But in exchange, she had little to no power over the physical, all of her strength lying on the spiritual and mental. Then, the god introduced their means of winning. Each side would be able to take vessels to enact their physical will on the world. Neither side could themselves actually interfere with the world, and thus, they needed a way to be able to take action without doing so. Dark claimed Animalia, the animal kingdom itself. Just like his nature, Dark would enact his will through animals. But Light chose something that surprised both her brother and her maker. She chose humanity. They fit her, even if it was a strange choice. Humanity wasn’t strong, in fact most animals could beat them with relative ease. But still, they had intelligence. They could work together, they could build like their creator could. The god smiled, praising both his son and daughter. Finally, he gave them a way to win. Dark and Light, as a force, must fully take over the world to win. If Dark wanted to win, he must blot out the sun, moon and stars, plunging the world into an eternal night that no light could pierce through. And for Light to win, she would have to cast out every shadow, every piece of night, every tiny imperfection. The two agreed. And thus, the game started.” -The Source, a Text of the Worlds Beginning and End 10,000 Years Later The world had changed a lot since the beginning of the game. In the beginning, Dark had far overtaken Light. Animals were much easier to use in the earlier stages of the world's life than humans. Humans reproduced slowly, took time to build up and were easy to kill off. But Light bided her time, allowed her younger brother's ego to build itself. He was animalistic and not sentient, but her father had still given him emotions. And soon, when the time was right, humanity began to explode in numbers. Dark was stunned, and began struggling to pick up the pieces as humanity grew exponentially. The oppressive darkness that had completely covered the world, only punctured by the glowing radiance of a few scattered humans, began to fall back as that same glow spread quickly. As she found out, the innocence of an early human was the perfect tool to drive back Dark in a spiritual sense. Emotions of love, purity, light, happiness, innocence, they all drove back the night. And soon, both Light and Dark were stunned to find that humans had discovered fire. Not even her father had seen it coming. He’d never created fire, it had created itself as a natural part of the world. And as humans began to light bonfires and torches, the stars, one by one in the sky, started to turn on. With each small step towards brighter emotions and physical light, the night sky began to glow with stars. And as humanity spread, built houses, learned to craft tools and organize into societal casts, learned to nurture their young and began to understand the world around them and the history of their world, the moon slowly revealed itself. Dark couldn’t have been angrier at Light when the sun rose for the first time. It was an incredible display of power over her younger brother. But Light knew he held no malice towards her, only anger at the fact that he had started to lose. Dark now only could exist in specific places during the day, and was relegated almost totally to the nighttime. And humanity only grew more and more. Mid shacks became huts, became houses, became castles, became villages and towns and cities. But eventually, Dark began to form a plan. As well as someone without sentience could do so. It was incredibly flawed, full of holes that could have been exploited by his sister. But she was far too busy managing the kingdom she’d built to focus on his antics. So Dark used some of his influence. He found a priest in a far corner of the world, leaned down, and whispered something in his ear. And soon, the sun had a hard time rising. Dark acted within the rules, even though his sister claimed otherwise. But after his father had told him he’d done what he needed to, Dark gloated in his victory as his power grew. He’s corrupted a priest, turning his once glorious worship of Light into a worship of Dark. And his ideas began to spread. And in a matter of years, the sun stopped rising. The moon started to glow less and less. And one by one the stars in the night sky flicked off. Then, the last star died. And then, the fires blew out. And the radiance of humanity was no longer strong enough to save it from the darkness that began to engulf the world. It wasn’t an invasion. It wasn’t an attack, an assault or a war. It was simply a transference. Dark replaced Light. It was almost gentle. A wall of darkness engulfing all in its path. Those who witnessed it were filled with calmness. Acceptance. The darkness gently pulled them into its arms, holding them close and laying them gently on the ground as their light shattered, and the life slowly drained from their bodies as they fell asleep in the warm darkness. Light panicked. She looked for any way to salvage the game. But to no avail. She’s been hit where she was weakest, in the heart of a vessel who could spread his ideas to others. Light sat back. She’d lost…right? And then, her father pointed out something. There was one last person the dark hadn’t taken. One last vessel. In this situation, without her brother overhearing, he gave her permission to enact her physical will on one thing: that last vessel. Somehow, the darkness couldn’t touch him. The boy was fast asleep on a mattress of fabric filled with soft hay and grass, covered in a fur blanket in a wooden log house. It was a village at the very edge of the world, on the edge of the vast, icy northern ocean. He had slept through the silent transference of power from Light to Dark, somehow. And the Dark couldn’t touch him. It coiled and drifted around him, probing the radiance around him and looking for a way in. Light leaned down and stepped into the world next to his bed. She scanned him. 16, nearly 17 years old. A boy with short white hair and beautiful, ice blue eyes. She sat down on the bed next to him, placing a hand on his side. His mind, she needed to see if there was anything there. His body didn’t give any indication of why the Dark didn’t touch him, so maybe his mind would have some clues… What she found intrigued her. He…was very different from most. Most minds were as their age showed. A 20 year old behaved as the world dictated a 20 year old should. But this boy…his mind held that, yes, but also something else. A childlike quality. A deep, deep sadness, yes, but also… She was able to pluck the words she needed from his mind. She didn’t know what they were herself until she understood their context. He had the normal qualities of a 16 year old. He wanted to be a warrior, he knew the sword like the back of his hand, he wanted to find someone to marry one day. Those were normal desires for almost anyone. But he also held a deep, deep sadness. A longing. He was very, very lonely. And his mind had a desire that would have fixed that loneliness. We wanted so desperately to be a child again. Not even a child, a baby. This boy wanted that level of innocence. He wanted that level of love from another, that level of caring and comfort and mental peace. He wanted to feel like a baby, taken care of by a mother. That was it. Not much in this world was more innocent and loving than a baby. And those two qualities, she knew, could drive back the Dark. She had a way to maybe win this. Just maybe…

16-year-old Zelinda Seacrest is a vegetable, stuck in a coma for 11 years and counting. Her mother Zentroz is worried about the health of her daughter, hoping every day that she would awaken from her endless sleep. But unbeknownst to her mother, Zelinda's dreams have served as a wondrous, attractive, and nearly permanent destination since they began 11 years ago. A magical kingdom paradise born from her imagination, with Zelinda princess over it all. And with an imagination that has grown beyond her wildest dreams, Zelinda ventures to the surface of her subconscious, bringing her overactive imagination with her. Meanwhile, Zentroz grows restless with her husband Jonathan as they receive news of the moment that they were waiting for. A care-free Zelinda finally awakens, ready to experience the strange new world that awaits her. And with the kingdom in her mind, she slowly introduces it to her parents, before gradually growing homesick of her dream world again. The thought of the mysterious dream world that her daughter describes begins to worry Zentroz. And her daughter's growing attachment to it worries her even more. And as the days and weeks go by with Zelinda's numerous revisits to the land of her imagination, her daughter begins to change more and more. What was this mysterious land that she spent so much time in? Why does Zelinda keep becoming more and more different? Before any of Zentroz's questions could even be answered, Zelinda becomes as mysterious as the dream world that she first experienced in her coma and her parents begin to find themselves right in the middle of their daughter's fantasy world. Welcome to the kingdom born from imagination. Welcome to Zelinda's Garden. I. The Planting Chapter 1: Nowhere Zelinda Seacrest’s eyes looked so empty that you would believe that there’s nothing inside her. Her eyes never changed or moved. If you were to try to talk to her, you would clearly get no answer. All you would get is a glance of her dazed stupor. A robotic glance devoid of any real intelligence. Her hazel hair flowed down to her shoulders. Her face was lightly freckled with a couple areas of acne starting to form. Her left bra strap sagged over the v-neck of her sky-blue dress. Lacking any awareness, Zelinda continued to stare into nothing. While her own heartbeat proved that she was alive, Zelinda was nowhere to be found. She was sitting on a soft tan couch, with her neck hunched over. Her parents sat beside her, impatiently looking at their phones for the time. “When is he coming?” Jonathan said, staring up from his phone screen. “It’s three minutes after four! The doctor is three minutes late!” “Calm down, dear.” Zentroz said, patting her hand on his right shoulder. “Maybe she’s with another patient.” Zentroz gazed over at her teenage daughter and tucked the bra strap back into her dress. “There honey. I fixed it.” But Zelinda didn’t respond. She maintained her same blank stare as usual. “Why do you talk to her?” Jonathan said, sighing. “She is not even there!” “How do you know?” Zentroz asked him. “There might be something going on inside her. You don’t know!” “Do you still think that? She’s been like this for 11 years!” Zentroz took the defensive. “Maybe so, but she’s still my daughter and I want to talk to her. Isn’t that right, Zelinda dear?” She waved her hands up and down over Zelinda’s eyes, which remained still. Zentroz could remember the last time that her daughter was normal. It was just a few days after Zelinda’s fifth birthday, in the year 2043. Zentroz was putting her daughter to bed. “No mommy!” she cried. “Tell me more of the story!” Zentroz held the book shut and smiled. “Don’t want to ruin the surprise, dear. You’ll hear some more tomorrow night, okay?” She leaned over her daughter’s bed and nuzzled her nose over her daughter’s face. “I love you, dear.” Zelinda gave her mother a look of curiosity. “Mommy?” “Yes dear?” she asked, staring into her eyes. “Am I a princess, like the story you told me?” Zentroz waved her hand on her daughter’s face like a magic wand. “You are, dear. You’re a beautiful princess.” Zelinda’s face lit up and she began to smile. “Look at me, mommy! I’m a princess!” Zentroz nodded, giving her daughter a very excited face. “You are! Good night, dear!” She kissed her daughter goodnight and left the room. During that night, something strange started to happen. Zelinda quickly fell asleep and was filled with the dreams from all the stories that her mother told her. Stories about beautiful princesses and heroic princes to rescue them. Fond memories of all the playtime that she had during that day. Then it happened. In the morning, Zelinda stopped. Her face gave a blank stare, which has remained unchanged to this day. Wherever Zelinda went that one night, she never wanted to come back. The doctor finally came in and shook both Zentroz’s and Jonathan’s hand. Dr. Julia Prost greeted her patient with a warm smile. “How’s Zelinda today?” Zelinda gave her usual response, giving her a blank and emotionless stare. Dr. Prost nodded. “Fine as usual, I would guess?” She adjusted her glasses and gave Zentroz a serious stare. “I know that you want to see your daughter back in the right mind. Do you mind if we run some more tests on her again?” Jonathan sighed. “What difference would that make? You have done this every month for years!” Dr. Prost gave Jonathan a sharp stare. “Yes, I know. But what else can we do? There might be something else that we can find out about her. Something that might get you your daughter back.” Zentroz elbowed Jonathan and smiled at the doctor. “Oh, we would love that! Wouldn’t you want that, honey?” Jonathan nodded. “Yes, I would, but we’ve been down this road for about 11 years now. Do you really think that this would make any difference?” “Yes!” she sharply responded. “I think that it would make a lot of difference! Let’s just do what the doctor says. Okay?” She looked back at the doctor and nodded. “Go ahead and take her. If you have any questions regarding her, they’re all going to be the same as last time. Just to save you the time.” Dr. Prost nodded. “That’s fine. And that’s also why we would like to run some more tests on her. Just asking the same questions and trying all the same things as before isn’t going to change anything. All we can do is run some more tests. Maybe we can reach her this time.” “I hope!” Zentroz said with a smile. Dr. Prost held Zelinda by the hand and led her outside the room to the lobby with Zentroz and Jonathan following. Some other specialists were standing there, ready to take Zelinda. Zentroz’s smile faded when she saw the specialists guiding Zelinda down the hallway. “Leave her to us.” Dr. Prost said, giving her a reassuring smile. I’ve trained the new staff so they’ll know what to do with her. I’ll keep a good eye on her, okay?” Zentroz nodded. “Okay. Let’s go home, honey!” Zentroz and Jonathan left, leaving Zelinda to the doctors. The doctors ran all the usual tests on Zelinda, but the results were the same as last time. By that time, it was evening, so they placed her in one of the hospital beds. Zelinda’s blank stare retired for the day. Her eyelids drooped shut and she fell asleep. *** Zelinda watched as her mother tucked her in. That was a wonderful story. She wanted to hear more and how it turned out. Where did the princess go? What land did she travel to next? Maybe she’ll tell me more if I ask her… But the mother closed the book. Zelinda, now crushed, started to cry. “No mommy!” she whined. “Tell me more of the story!” But the mother just stood there, holding the book in her hands. Zelinda glanced at the book and frowned. If only I could get that book! Maybe mommy tell me just a little more…” “Don’t want to ruin the surprise, dear,” she told her. Zelinda’s tears were erased when she heard the word “surprise”. What? Surprise? Where? Zelinda glanced around, trying to find where the surprise was. “You’ll hear some more tomorrow night, okay?” Zelinda glanced at the book that was out of her grasp. Tomorrow? I can’t wait until tomorrow! Please let it be soon! Pleeeease? She felt the nuzzling of her mother’s nose against hers. Oh, I love it when mommy does that! I hope that she kisses me too! “I love you, dear,” the mother warmly told her. Zelinda then thought of the story that she just heard again. That princess in that story…Is that me? Maybe mommy knows! Mommy knows everything… “Mommy?” she said with great eagerness. The mother stared deeply into Zelinda’s eyes. “Yes dear?” Zelinda began to smile even more. “Am I a princess, like the story you told me?” She watched her mother wave her hand on her face. It’s a magic wand! She’s turning me into a princess! “You are, dear.” The mother told Zelinda. “You’re a beautiful princess.” Zelinda smiled very brightly. She closed her eyes, imagining her beauty. She then opened her eyes. “Look at me, mommy! I’m a princess!” The mother nodded and smiled widely at Zelinda. “You are! Good night, dear!” Zelinda glanced at her mother, who gave her a very nice kiss on the cheek. There we go! She didn’t forget! Yay! After the mother left the room, Zelinda’s eyes became heavy. When she opened her eyes, she was in a magical land. She got out of her royal bed and glanced out of the window. She was in a beautiful castle on top of a very high hill. When she saw the view, her royal chamber, and her royal princess gown, she sighed with ecstasy. “Wow!” she squealed. “I really am a beautiful princess! “I never want to leave this kingdom! Ever!” And that is just what happened. Since the night she dreamt that dream, she has remained princess of her very own kingdom. All while her body continued to age day by day from the outside. While her mother was worrying about her vegetative state, she was having the time of her life, living every one of her days as a beautiful princess in a land of her very own. *** Eleven years has passed since Zelinda began the wonderful journey to her very own kingdom. Every day played out exactly as the day before. Her mother the queen would tell her that one day, the land would be hers. Everything that she could see outside the window of her castle would belong to her. Zelinda, still five years old, squealed as she played with her royal blocks. She stacked the blocks to make a royal castle of her own. Looking out of the castle, she frowned. “Mommy, can we make the castle bigger?” Right after she said that, the castle grew to exactly the size that she wanted. “Yay!” She got to her feet and ran around all the new rooms that she made in her now bigger castle. When she entered the throne room, she went and sat on the throne. “Mommy?” she asked. The queen immediately appeared. “Yes dear?” “Can I be ruler now?” she asked her. Right after she asked her, a crown appeared on her head. “You are, dear!” she told Zelinda. “You rule everything!” Zelinda smiled. “I do!” All of a sudden, Zelinda suddenly remembered the story that her mother promised that she would tell her. She glanced at the queen. “Can you tell me the story now?” The queen looked at her in confusion. “What story do you want me to tell you?” Zelinda smiled. “You know! The princess story!” The queen nodded and smiled. “You’re already a princess. What story do you want to hear?” Zelinda frowned and began to pout. “You don’t know the story. I wanna hear the story!” A portal appeared and Zelinda saw it. Wow! A flashing thing! If I go through it, will mommy tell me the story? Zelinda ran eagerly through the portal and went through it, her very own kingdom vanishing behind her…