IINDEPENDENCE DAY

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Well, today is the day! The one day a year we all come together and celebrate our Independence! Yes, that’s right it is the FOURTH OF JULY! Where no matter where you are in this country, no matter how illegal it is you are going to shoot off fireworks! The day no matter what race, religion, sexual preference we all come together to blow shit up!

However, I always think of the song “INDEPENDENCE DAY” BY MARTINA MCBRIDE!

It is a country song, yet the words, the words are powerful! It tells the story of a woman that was beaten and battered for years that finally won her Independence by setting the house on fire with her husband in it! She may have gone to jail for her actions yet she did it with a smile on her face and protected her daughter in the process. She won her freedom that day the only way she knew how! This song simultaneously makes me makes me cry and gives me a sense of peace!

This song came out in 1993! It came to me at a time in my life where I thought I would never find my Independence! I was 16 and with nowhere to go living under a tyrannical abusive parent that I was sure would kill me before I was 18 and able to leave home. This song gave me hope for a future I had yet to see! A future I hoped and prayed would come sooner rather than later! Independence means something far greater to me than The fourth of July!

At eighteen I left and never looked back! I even said I would never come back no one believed me! Everyone in the small town I am from thought, that I would come running back in a few weeks or months with my tail tucked between my legs a miserable failure!

I never did! Yes, I stumbled along the way and I have been through a lot of educational experiences! Yet, what I found was breathtaking… I found me. I found the strength to carry on and  celebrate my own Independence Day… every day!

Every day that I don’t compromise who and what I am for someone else’s gain, every day that I don’t give in to others despite my reservations, every day that I love and cherish my kids, every day that I don’t raise my hands in anger, every day that I don’t make someone else feel like nothing for my gain that is my Independence day!

I feel for those still struggling and I hope and pray they find their way to their own Independence day minus the fire of course! Yes, we are celebrating out countries Independence from the British today but if you have found your own personal Independence you know as well as I do that it is a daily celebration! To be able to be free to be who you are with no persecution and criticism! To  live life happy that is the dream and that is my Independence Day!

What’s yours?

FRACTURED

As  I sit here staring at the moonlight, I feel empty. What once gave me pleasure now just hangs there like a wasted ornament on a lifeless tree.

I rise broken and frayed I stumble toward its healing power. Yet he and I both know he can’t fix this thing that is broken inside of me.

I can still hear the first crack of my mind as it continues to echo and splinter out. The sound like so many bones breaking under pressure and I think to myself “am I already dead?”

My soul weeps for my heart as it shatters along with what’s left of my mind and I find that the light has gone out and I am once again alone, in the darkness.

My eyes begin to burn with unshed tears, tears that I have cried a thousand times, and I wonder much like the bear in the woods can your mind really break if no one is there to witness it?

I can hear the time slowly ticking down like that of a bomb counting down to my extinction, as the fear that I am losing my mind overtakes me.

An agonizing, painful, death if there ever was one. To watch and wait with bated breath as your mind slowly gives way, to oblivion.

I sit here on my playground of insanity with its lifeless trees with their lifeless leaves. All the color has been leached out of them and me I am alone amidst the desolation.

After all these years, and all these times I have fought and won, I laugh at the thought that this, this is what will finally break me. This is what will finally win the war I wage daily.

Once the question “how much more can one person possibly take?'” began to circle my brain I knew it was only a matter of time before my mind began to break.

The earth began to quake, I began to shake, the rubber band that was holding the pieces of my mind finally snapped with a crispness somehow only I could hear.

Trapped in the recesses of my own mind, I seek solace where there is none, I seek peace in a never-ending war, I seek quiet in the midst of a raging storm. There is none.

There is nothing only me, sitting here with my fractured mind, on a moonless, colorless night.

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT’S YOUR ALTER EGO?

We all see those quizzes on facebook right? You know the ones that you take to see what state you should live in, or the one that sees what kind of princess you should be, or the ones that show what angel you are, or mythical creature, or cartoon character or, or agghhh! It is enough to make your head spin and God forbid you do one that a friend sent you the link for then that is ALL THEY EVER SEND YOU!

I have never seen one that states what your alter ego should be. So me, being who I am, took that as a challenge of sorts and so here we are. I challenge all my followers and more to do a blog about your alter ego. I will go first and I may even do a blog from time to time with her thoughts. So here goes…

She is also a brunette except her eyes are the color of emeralds disappearing into the darkness of the night. She believes in nothing but herself and she unlike me has kept her girlish figure since she has no children or husband or anything but herself. She also survived the trauma of our youth yet, she unlike me deals with it by getting into bar fights with grown men and cracking skulls. She loves the smell of blood on the pavement in the morning. Kicking ass and taking names is her mantra. She loves the feel of leather on her skin the tighter the better and wears cowboy boots (she calls shit kickers) but only ironically. She unlike me has managed to tame her wild hair down to a silky wave and wears a leather vest with no bra every chance she gets. She rides a hog and nothing else, everything she owns is in her saddlebags.

She loathes jewelry and makeup save for the to die for ruby red lipstick she wears, she calls it the whore’s mouth and yet she doesn’t have random sex. She may be loose with her morals but she tends to keep her legs firmly closed. She knows she’s hot and loves to torture men with her feminine wiles. She sees nothing wrong with this as it is in her terms just part of the job.

Speaking of jobs she used to be a police officer, after the trauma of our childhood she decided what better way to get the scum off the streets than to be a policewoman. However, she went rouge one too many times as she loathes rules just as much as she loathes jewelry and makeup, and got kicked off the force. She is now one of the most sought after Bounty Hunter’s even with her tendencies toward rage. She is in a word psychotic. I fear she will one day take her rage to the next level but she just laughs and laughs inside my head. Not a girly laugh mind you, a laugh that would make even the devil quake in his fiery pit.

She sees things only in black and white there are no in between’s and she uses all her attributes to get her man every damned time. She would say that justice rules her but I see how broken she is. Only I see her for what she really is a scared little girl that doesn’t get close to anyone out of fear of what they can do to her. Regardless of this, the damage has been done. She speaks her mind and for anyone that doesn’t like it will more than likely get a beat down. She has broken more laws than I can count yet she would say she is the law. She makes it, she can break it. I feel for her in her loneliness no family to call her own, but I know she just sees that as weakness. “Feelings blah!”  She would say and I would shed a tear for her broken shattered soul.

This, this is my alter ego. She may be beautiful on the outside, but on the inside, she is a raging inferno ready to blow at any moment. Her name is Angel by the way, what is your alter ego like?

 

 

If you want to hear more from Angel, like and commet…

MAKE ME SMILE?

Here lately I have felt, blah! Just blah, A few weeks ago I went through some traumatic events as you all should know if you have been reading my blog (hint! hint!) I have faced and overcome and now I just feel empty. Maybe it is a sort of depression, I mean I don’t want to work, I don’t want to clean my house, hell it has been a struggle just spending time with my kids, or write. Yet I still shore myself up and just do it. Something my boss said in our last meeting over my quality of calls I take has been stuck in my head for days now, and after a conversation, I had with my bestie this morning makes me wonder even more. Am I more broken than I think I am? He said that I was very transactional on the phone no emotion or anything, and it got me thinking about the past.

I have a past filled with stuff you only see on tv, (especially Lifetime), it is not something easily talked about as it is an emotional landmine. My friend has been through much the same stuff I have and as I told her this morning we should praise God every day we can get through without becoming a stereotype. You know those stories you hear about the young girl selling herself to fill a void in her life or the young girl that was found dead in an alley from an overdose all to fill some void in her life, or being homeless and starving because the alternative was just too much to bear. (Do you see a theme here?)

Every day that we can go out into the world and function like everyone else is a blessing. Those we love may not get it and that is okay because I wouldn’t wish anyone the amount of pain I have endured in my lifetime. I just consider us warriors, strong enough to overcome our past and not be ruled by it. Our strength is what makes us beautiful. It’s what drives us to be better, better for our children, better for our significant others, better for ourselves. I did a blog recently on strength and the question still remains what can make me so strong willed and others not? All I know is that by the grace of God I am alive and well today, and I am grateful for that every day!

I have been told on numerous occasions let the past go! Forgive and forget! That my friend is easier said that done. As anyone who has ever been through a horrible trauma can attest. Yet, what these people don’t understand is there is a difference between letting go and forgetting. I have completely forgiven but I can never forget. For people like my friend and I that have suffered abuse after abuse after abuse as a child will never be able to forget that we were once deemed as nothing of consequence. She said something interesting to me today. It was “what we go through in our childhood shapes who and what we become.” If this is true I have come a long way since then and I am all the better despite it. She is right the scars we collect in our youth are ones we carry close to us, is it so that we do remember and strive to not be like that or is it simply a blanket of comfort that we hold on to?

Back to my boss saying my calls were great except for the whole emotional thing. He said I was very transactional on the calls. I realize more and more as I get older that my past has indeed shaped who and what I am. The one thing in my life I wish I could change is that I have no emotions when it comes to certain things. I don’t cry, EVER! Except when I am watching Lifetime of course! I shed a tear here or there but not all out tears. I am uncomfortable around people when they talk about weddings, or funerals, or even that someone I know gave birth. The minute it seems like something real and emotional I shut down. Maybe it has become a self-preservation thing, or maybe my emotional scars keep me from feeling things I should. Either way, it is off-putting to most people but what can you do? If this is the most horrific thing I have from my past then I think I can live with that. Maybe tomorrow I will feel more than blah, and smile again, but for now, I am enjoying the peacefulness of my favorite spot in the yard as I watch the sun go down.

ALL OF ME

All of Me
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down
What’s going on in that beautiful mind
I’m on your magical mystery ride
And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright
My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind
‘Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
‘Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh oh
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful too
The world
     I never really listened to this song before and today I listened to it. Between the lyrics and the tone of the music, it is in a word beautiful. We all go through life looking for this, this one person out there that accepts us as we are and loves all of us with all of them. It is something some of us spend a lifetime searching for, yet most of us never find. It is a select few that seem to find their perfect match. Their one true love, that one person you can’t breathe without them. It reminds me of the fairy tale I saw as love when I was a child. That love was some kind of perfect entity all on it’s own. That nothing could break a couple if they were truly in love.
   However for some it I have found it is hard to hold on to that lightening in a bottle and let the flame go out due to one reason or another. They let life get in the way and that is a shame, because the fairy tale isn’t really a fairy tale. If you find that one true person that knows your heart, that one person that see and “love all your curves and edges”, that  “all your perfect imperfections” then you should hold on tight and never let them go. The one that thinks you are their end and their beginning even when they lose their winning because you are by their side. It is a beautiful thing, to be that person they need.
   I have found that, and I refuse to let go. After a lifetime of frogs, I have found my prince. We have been together for many years now and after all the graying of hair, the weight gain, the wrinkles he still looks at me as if I am that girl that walked toward him down the aisle in the fairy tale wedding gown. I am grateful for that. We have weathered many storms together and it has only made us stronger. Unlike the fairy tale a real relationship takes work. If it someone that truly knows your heart it is always worth the effort. As someone that had a rough life previous to us getting together, I am eternally grateful. Thank you, Jason, for loving all my perfect imperfections, All of me will always love all of you…

CHOICES

It is said that we are the choices we make. If that is true, how do we know when it is the right choice. We can wish to turn back the clock all we want, but the fact remains that we can’t. Once the choice has been made there is no going back, there is no turning back time there are only the choices we made and the consequences that follow. I have learned this over and over again throughout my life. None greater than the moment I chose to give my daughter up for adoption. It was the hardest choice I ever made and it has haunted me daily since that day.

Some of the choices we make, even know we know in the deepest part of ourselves it was the right choice can have a lasting effect, forever. It is like when you skip rocks on the water, the ripple effect goes on and on and on. I know in the deepest part of me that due to my circumstances and the never ending trials set before me that giving her up was the best thing for her, and yet it is a battle I would never win with myself. I have constantly questioned did I do the right thing? Did I make the right choice? For the past twenty -one years.  Even seeing how she has flourished and had every opportunity I still question my actions so long ago.

It became utterly clear to me,  that it was indeed the right choice when her father contacted me after all these years. This was my worst fears come to life, this man rejected her then, what could he possibly want with her now? Yet, another choice I would have to make regarding the welfare of my child. If he hurt her or rejected her again, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. I was inconsolable for days, having dredged up so many past memories most of which I had forgotten about. Speaking to this man, this man that I had deemed the devil for so long was like a slap in the face, and yet, the more we spoke the more I realized. The choice I made, the one that had been haunting me for the past twenty-one years was, in fact, the right one.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t ready to have her, it wasn’t that I didn’t love her because I do. It was that I wanted to give her everything. The world, with all its endless possibilities. I couldn’t give her that, but the one thing I could do was give her to a loving family that could give her the world. The choices I made have come full circle since speaking to her father. The man that even now seems to have not learned anything from the past. The man that is still rejecting her today. I realized in the moment. That his choices may be eating him up and that is okay with me. But my choices I had to make the tough decision to give her what I new I couldn’t. If in fact, we are the choices we make, then I like to think I am the strong enough to let go when the touch choices come, and I am a loving mother that would and did do anything for their child even if that meant giving her to someone else to raise.

ANCIENT ALIENS OR ANGELS AMONG US PART 4?

It has been a while since I posted a blog about this subject and there are three other blogs I have done on this very subject. I meant to do one a week but have really been trying to finish a novel and so this particular blog fell to the wayside. There is so much research going into this that it began to take up more and more of my time. However, every single time my friend and I get together whether it be just hanging out or having drinks we always wind up talking about this very subject.

To be honest, she is the one that got me thinking the way my mind as gone Biblically, speaking. It is true once you go down this road and begin seeing the past in a whole new light, it brings everything into question. You begin to question everything, from the angels, to the alignment of the stars even. I was raised Pentecostal and as I left home and began to expand my religious horizons I no longer label myself as “Pentecostal”. I found that God is there no matter what I chose to call myself and so I am no longer a “religion” I am a believer in something more than myself.

I come from a religion that speaks in tounges, a “holy roller” if you will, and I have realized outside of that world that some may actually see that as witchcraft. Unless you have witnessed it for yourself, you cannot know that it is truly the word of God speaking through you. I like my friend didn’t want to be blasphemous when we each began our own journey of spiritual discovery, but the deeper we both went down this particular rabbit hole the more we, realized the ring of truth to it all. I have always had a special relationship with God and I can feel it in my bones the trueness, of what I have found.  I can feel it in my soul, that while I believe in God there is a history from our past that once you begin connecting all the dots it makes for the most interesting patterns. A puzzle that fits perfectly together. I may not have all the answers, but it has gotten me to question so many myths and legends. I will never question the existence of my God but the past always!

I talked about the lost book of Enoch in a previous blog which I thought was the only one, and yet recently I have discovered that there are hundreds. There are even whole chapters taken out of the existing books that make up our Bible today. I wondered, why? Then it hit me. Religion has always been an institution. It has been the one constant thing in our history man has fought over. There have been wars, actual wars, fought for decades even over religion our world history is rife with it,  since the day of the great tower of babble, why? Because, someone, somewhere decided there was only one religion and so the great people of that particular culture. Did away with all the things they weren’t trying to sell us on. They made the Bible the Bible the only thing we should go by, robbing us of our true history in the process.

My friend pointed out that the first time she heard about God being so vengeful in the old testament she thought how wrong is that. Someone was lying to her, the God she knew was a loving God, a patient God, a kind God, then she began to read the parts of the Bible that hint that God was, in fact, a vengeful God. What she discovered blew her mind. She read of God having men go out and destroy villages, towns, giant cities even and the only question was why? Why would he do such a thing, there were women and children there. Why would God give such a horrific order? Then she realized with a few more puzzle pieces that these weren’t ordinary people. They were the product of the sons of God and the daughters of men. They were an abomination. They were creatures that should have never existed. They were the offspring of Angels lying with human women. They were something forbidden by God. Soulless creatures infecting the only creatures God made in his image, humanity.

They had to be destroyed, and so God did what he had to do to protect us from an almost certain hell on earth. People may say this is blasphemy, and yet the Bible has just enough of the truth sprinkled throughout it that you know it’s true. I used to think that the Bible was made up the way it was because God didn’t want us to know our true history. These days I am not so sure, I think that it is just certain religions wanting us to buy into the concept of what they are selling. I as a human a creature of curiosity have discovered I can’t go back to the way I used to think. I have to move forward and get answers. I want to know the details of my past. I want to know that great beasts once trampled the earth and almost mankind. Yet, the more I find, the more questions I have.

Such as the star alignment. I was speaking to my friend a few days ago about it and we both got chills when even more puzzle pieces from the past revealed themselves. Star alignment and the star you were born under has been downplayed to nothing more than witchcraft, or hokum and yet, as my friend pointed out Jesus himself, God’s only son was born under a star. The star of David. It was this star the three wise men followed to find the baby Jesus to bring him gifts and praise him. This very same star plays a significant role in our lives, even today. Hunters are guided by it,  astrologers are awed by it, it has guided so many people lost, back home. It even has me searching for it in the night sky, it is the star we have all come to know as the North Star. It has always pointed North or on  a more sentimental point for us lowly humans, it is home. Even in Genesis Chapter one verse one and two states.

1. IN THE BEGINNING, GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH.

2. AND THE EARTH WAS WITHOUT FORM, AND VOID, AND DARKNESS WAS UPON THE FACE OF THE DEEP. AND THE SPIRIT OF GOD MOVED UPON THE FACE OF THE WATERS.

3.  AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE LIGHT: AND THERE WAS LIGHT.

4. GOD SAW THE LIGHT, THAT IT WAS GOOD: AMD GOD DIVIDED THE LIGHT FROM THE DARKNESS.

5. AND GOD CALLED THE LIGHT DAY, AND THE DARKNESS HE CALLED NIGHT. AND THE EVENING AND THE MORNING WERE THE FIRST Day.

6. AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE A FIRMAMENT, IN THE MIDST OF THE WATERS, AND LET IT DIVIDE THE WATERS FROM THE WATERS.

7. AND GOD MADE THE FIRMAMENT AND DIVIDED THE WATERS WHICH WERE UNDER THE FIRMAMENT FROM THE WATERS WHICH WERE ABOVE THE FIRMAMENT: AND IT WAS SO.

8. AND GOD CALLED THE FIRMAMENT HEAVEN. AND THE EVENING AND THE MORNING WERE THE SECOND DAY.

14. AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE LIGHTS IN THE FIRMAMENT OF THE HEAVEN TO DIVIDE THE DAY FROM THE NIGHT; AND LET THEM BE FOR SIGNS, AND FOR SEASONS, AND FOR DAYS, AND YEARS.

15. AND LET THEM BE FOR LIGHTS IN THE FIRMAMENT OF THE HEAVENS TO GIVE LIGHT UPON THE EARTH: AND IT WAS SO.

16. AND GOD MADE TWO GREAT LIGHTS; THE GREATER LIGHT TO RULE THE DAY, AND THE LESSER LIGHT TO RULE THE NIGHT: HE MADE THE STARS ALSO.

17. AND GOD SET THEM IN THE FIRMAMENT OF THE HEAVEN TO GIVE LIGHT UPON THE EARTH.

18. AND TO RULE OVER THE DAY AND OVER THE NIGHT, AND TO DIVIDE THE LIGHT FROM THE DARKNESS: AND GOD SAW THAT IT WAS GOOD.

19. AND THE EVENING AND THE MORNING WERE THE FOURTH DAY.

This is mind blowing. Once the rose- colored glasses come off and you think about it. It says it in Chapter one. That he created these lights to he says in there he created them for signs, seasons, days and years. So is it too far fetched to think that we were all born special? That even the time of day we were born the stars were aligned for that one moment, that one moment we drew our first breath. I like to think so. This is just one of the many things I have had to change my thinking on the past. A realignment of my mind so to speak. The shift in thinking is a click of the brain, that moment when everything makes sense. I will warn you again though, once your mind goes down this path there is no point of no return. I know I haven’t talked any about the angels vs aliens thing in this blog. But just confirming this one little thing, suggests that there were angels instead of aliens among us. That the rest of our history is buried somewhere in the books of the Bible and I for one cannot wait to unravel the mystery. To piece together the puzzle that is our history, and finally have the answer is it ANCIENT ALIENS OR ANGELS AMONG US?

THE PRINCESS AND THE DRAGON

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I knew I wanted him! From the moment our eyes met from across the great hall of my father’s castle. I was sixteen and he much older but it didn’t matter. He awakened something in me that could never be doused. A fire much like the one burning in his irises I knew he was forbidden but my desire grew anyway. It was just a flicker at first and then, it became overwhelming I would have vivid dreams of the two of us locked in a hot, sweaty, naked embrace. I would wake damp and throbbing in places I should feel ashamed about yet, I don’t. By the time I was twenty-one, as I was wading through all the princes to come my way. I sat there on my own throne next to my father wishing for only one man. Yet, it was taboo, taboo to have the one thing I wanted this man, this creature this dragon.

He was the last of his kind, and even though we hadn’t slept together a few stolen kisses here and there had me panting after him like a dog in heat. I could almost feel his hot callused hands caressing my face. His fingers twirling my hair. And those eyes, lit with a lick of flame boring into my soul, as if I were the only thing in the world worth living for. The man that was there for me when I was kidnapped at seventeen, he was there when I was taken for ransom at eighteen, he was there when I was lost in the woods on a dark rainy night at nineteen, he has always been there for me. At twenty- one I was to chose a mate, someone to spend my life with a King to my Queen, yet the problem was I had already found my King. How could I even think of another man when this, creature was all I could see. He was hired by my father to protect me and while he did a great job, he became so much more to me. My life,  my heart, my soul.

That day, everything changed. The day of my twenty-first birthday. I had just rebuffed the Prince of Spain and as I scanned the great hall for my dragon the castle was raided. My father was killed and I was taken. Instantly making me Queen with my father’s death I knew this time would be different. This time my dragon wouldn’t be there to save me. I knew my death was imminent as I was dragged off in the dead of night, kicking and screaming toward a dark and what I thought was a deserted cave. I was hauled deep down into the cave dragged down by my hair kicking and screaming calling out for him to save me once again. As the endless downward spiral came to a stop and I was tossed to the middle of a dirt floor, soaking up my tears like a sponge. For one moment it was silent, I could hear water dripping in the distance and it was so cold even through the layers of my dress and it was pitch dark. Then a sliver of fear tickled my spine as a deep booming laughter echoed throughout the cave.

“Your dragon can’t save you now Princess, or should I say all hail the Queen?”  a deep male voice said with disdain in his voice. The cave was suddenly lit with candles and if it weren’t for the nightmare walking toward her me I  would have thought it rather beautiful shimmering off the walls. He stopped just short of my feet, towering over me with a  sneer on his face and were those, fangs protruding from his face. I tried to scramble away as he reached down and grabbed me by the hair with a swiftness no mere mortal was capable of. He laughed again only this time I could see his glowing red eyes and the sneer that crossed his face seemed to have made the fangs bigger. He was not human after all but a true creature of the night I had only heard about in fairy tales, but this, this was no fairy tale. “You see princess”, he spoke again as if bored with the situation. “Your dragon has been cursed, he sleeps, and while he sleeps me and mine can emerge from the hole we are forced to live in and reign the night once again. You are nothing more than collateral damage here. While he sleeps he is being tortured by the thought of you in my hands. I thought a swift death would be enough but seeing how much he cares about you. I have decided a whole new way torture him. For at least the next 500 years he will be having a nightmare of you turning into one of us, and I will enjoy every last second of it!” With that, he descended closer and closer as he yanked my head to the side exposing the pulse in my neck. Before I could blink he was on me he pierces my tender flesh with his now even longer fangs and I screamed a blood-curdling scream that could have probably waken the dead. The last thing I heard before everything went dark was that deep booming laughter of the creature who was killing me.

I died that day, and then I became immortal. I came too in my bed, praying it had all been some kind if sick dream and knowing it wasn’t. I took over the kIngdom and ruled with an iron fist. I went down in the history books as the only Queen to rule by darkness. To never marry or produce and heir. I eventually had to fake my death, as I never aged, My kingdom knew there was something wrong with me. My appetite was gone I could only sleep during the day, and I even began wearing things to cover myself so they wouldn’t freak out to see I wasn’t getting any older. For twenty-years I was Queen and then I stepped down and began my search, the search for my dragon.

I have spent the better part of the last 500 years searching for my beloved dragon. I roamed city to city, country to country until I found him. Still asleep, just like my maker said. The curse was real, I found out throughout the years that not just the nightmare of Vampires was real but also every other dark creature that lurked around every corner. Witches were real too and I finally found the witch that had placed a sleeping curse on my dragon. She had refused to rescind the curse or tell me where he was. As my maker saw it fitting to move him every century or so to keep me on my toes. This witch was evil and did give out one tiny bit of information. Since she was useless to me, her death was swift and I enjoyed the fact that she was my first and only kill. She did reveal the time his curse would be lifted and so here I sit. Watching, waiting, pretending to drink the late in my hands, just outside the little bistro across the street from the graveyard, and the mausoleum where he has slept for nearly two decades, under the full moon it is a peaceful night.

I pretend to sip the hot stuff once again, as the clock tower in the church next to the graveyard begins to strike midnight. A brief giggle escapes me as I think “how ironic it is the witching hour!” Just as the twelfth bell chimes the ground begins to quake, and a deep roar shatters the quiet night. Fire begins to leak out of the mausoleum as the man I haven’t laid eyes on in 500 years steps out of the now engulfed building. Long black hair swirling about his face from the updraft of the fire. With no shirt or shoes on and those eyes, those eyes the same as they were the day they closed. Licked in flames, you could literally see the fire in his eyes. For one moment I was breathless if that was even possible for the walking dead. I just sat there stunned by his beauty watching as our eyes locked and a wicked smile crossed my face. Finally, my dragon awakens!

TO BE CONTINUED…