The Dark Magician Girl

by Paige A Whitfield

  ~The next day

  The castle continues to burst at the seams with celebration of the upcoming ceremony.

  The ceremony I dread to ever occur.

  The sounds of excited guardsmen and maids fill the halls as I lock myself into my room, alone. I feel as though I am drowning in my emotions, filling me up to the brim. I used to have no problem concealing them, why can I not do it now?

  What is wrong with me? Every time my mind wanders to... Ike. I am so sorry. Why must this happen to me? Is it too hard to ask of my happiness? Is every princess doomed to this fate? Ike... every time my mind wanders to you, I lose control and my emotions come rushing out. I do not know what to do! And tomorrow... I will lose you!

  I cannot stop the tears. They flow out faster than I thought tears could fall. My eyes become red from sobbing, my vision become blurry from the warm liquid and I cannot breathe from all of the hiccupping.

  Ike... my mother told me of this emotion she claims I have. But it is a strong emotion, it will weaken me. Why must I be weakened when I think of you? Or when I feel you? Or when I see you...? Or when I... need you? Ike... I need you. I want you... right now.

  I cry myself to sleep, only to be greeted by my memories. The memories that are most precious to me.