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My eyes stared, unseeing, at the vast expanse of land that stretched out before me. My body sat, cramped, in the small car while my mind was miles away. In my mind I was perched upon a golden throne, decorated in countless slivers of imbedded diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphires and countless other priceless gems. On my head sat an array of bronze vines twisted together, with slim sliver branches emerging from them, encircling my head, intertwined along bronze rods. Atop the tip of each wiry, silvery, metallic vein, a thin golden leaf was delicately affixed, so that, when looked at, it gave the impression of a headdress belonging to a Greek Goddess. Elegantly draped over my body was a silken, sleek, velvet-like gown, tied around the waist with a single blood red rope. The dress itself was mainly a deep inky black that stretched from the extremely low cut, V-shaped, neck-line all the way down until barely skimmed the floor. Running from the hem of the dress was a long slit that ran up my leg, till slightly below my hips. Whenever I moved, the flowing black dress clung to my petite frame. The sleeves started low, slightly under my shoulder, made of a dark haunting purple mesh, and extended down my long, painfully thin, bony arms. I was fully clad in the royal garb, for I was queen of my heavenly utopia. I raised my arm slowly, examining my long, glossy, crimson nails, catching a glimpse of myself in their reflective, lustrous surface. I gazed longingly at my face. My appearance was stunning, yet surprisingly emotionless. It was made up of sharp, rigid angles, but could still make anyone stop and stare. Truthfully, it was my eyes that dazzled everyone. They were icy blue; stone cold and hard as steel, shallow, with almost no depth whatsoever, equipped with a raptor-like gaze so deadly, if looks could kill they would the instant they locked on you, for they could freeze your soul and chill you down to the very marrow of your bone in a matter of moments. I then ran my hand through my long, lushes, silky, veil of perfect auburn tresses as they cascaded down my shoulder, like a waterfall of darkened honey, pooling along the length of my back. It flowed, almost liquid, parts spilling over onto the front of the gown as well as the back. Here, in my realm, a woman’s status is denoted by her hair, with none having hair longer or more glorious then I, for I was supreme ruler. All knelt before me. My word was law. I had devoted much time to my make-believe kingdom for I spent most of my day here, living, nearly undisturbed. A sharp rapping on the car door and my mother’s shrill voice jarred me from my day dream. I angrily threw a hateful look at the woman holding me captive. My mother. She somehow managed to get it into her head that this religion camp, this prison, could snap me from my unexisting realm and my supposedly evil ways into her so-called bliss of faith. Christianity, she calls it, but I will have nothing to do with this cult of senseless, automationic, sheep, who follow some unknown, uncaring god, without any question, who guides them from a book written hundreds, maybe thousands of years ago, full of improvable deeds, that goes completely against all scientific theory. It’s not me living in a fantasy, fiction world. It is her. She threw open the door, pulling me out and nearly dragging me to the registration building. For the next 2 weeks I would be held against my will, prisoner, in this camp run by mad, ill-advised, uneducated morons, specialized in brain washing, here only to strip me from my humanity and transform me into a mindless, bumbling zombie, ready to fulfill their every wish, trying to follow a set of rules that no man could possibly follow. This demonic belief defied all logic. I would have nothing to do with it. Lightning flashed, zigzagging across the sky, and thunder clapped angrily, leaving the earth trembling before it. Thick dark clouds billowed up, smothering the sun in an obscure gray sheet and dropping the heavens until they hung low in a suffocating, mummifying heap, pressing closer and closer, threatening to engulf the earth in an ominous, writhing mass. The wind blew menacingly, tearing at the trees furiously, pulling at the leaves and flinging them mercilessly about. It spun them in an intricate dance until it grew bored and tossed them away. The wind sung out a hunting tune of sorrow and betrayal. It sounded much like the faint cries of a dying child to its mother, abandoned and alone, knowing full well that she’ll never return. Heart-broken and full of anguish it calls out, its words garbled by the sobs barely escaping its throat. I leaned up against the rough, jagged wall, closing my eyes. I became oblivious to the mindless chatter and the background as it fell away to the muffled quiet calm. I gradually retreated deep into myself, to the center of my mind. Nothing existed but the black. The silence itself boomed, becoming a noise, echoing across the vast emptiness of my mind, racing to the deepest reassesses of my essence. Then it all exploded. The sights, the sound, all reality lost its grip and fell away, bowing to the incoming fantasy. And there I sat, yet again, perched upon my golden throne, adorned in my royal attire, supreme ruler once more. I snapped my fingers, the sound exploding like a gunshot, ricocheting off the wall. My maidservant appeared by my side, collapsing at my feet, head touching the floor. “Mistress” she begged “Command me” her voice no more than a whisper. “My hair needs brushing….” I ordered my voice slow and easy. “Yes mistress, as you wish mistress.” She rambled, breathless as she scurried out of the room. I lounged against my throne, hunger gnawing at my insides. A quick snap brought yet another servant to their knees before me. “Mistress” she pleaded “Command me” her voice trailing off into a breathy silence. “Your mistress….” I began, sarcasm coloring my words “…. Is hungry….” I continued in a treating manor. “Yes mistress, as you wish mistress.” She said, nearly voiceless, as she turned away, leaving. “Girl” I called after her. “Bring something edible this time or I’ll have your head along with the cook’s. Understand?” “Y-y-yes mistress, as you wish mistress.” she stammered, her voice fading away as she hurried to the kitchen. Soon I heard footsteps, shuffling down the hall. The maidservant appeared in at the entrance of the hall, clutching a mirror and an array of combs and brushes she approached me carefully, handing me the mirror. I gazed deep into the shiny, captivating glass. I was enticed by my reflection. “Blessed with beauty in both worlds.” I muttered. “Yes, mistress. The most beautiful in all the land.” She added hastily, as she brushed through my hair. “You should be honored, brushing my hair so. Not many get the privilege.” I cooed. “Yes mistress. Most honored.” she murmured. She continued brushing my hair. Soon the light pitter patter of incoming footsteps alerted me to the arriving servant. She emerged grasping a heaping, silver tray. She gradually advanced toward me, desperately trying to steady the wobbling serving dish. She slowly dropped to her knees, extending her arms before me. “Your food, mistress” She announced. My eyes gazed over the assortment of fruits arranged before me.