I’ve been traveling for 17 days. My throat is dry and the ground beneath my feet feels like sharp stones. I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I’m thirsty. It all started when I woke up that one day. The day that ruined everything. It still haunts me to this day. My nightmares circled around the fire that killed my parents, my home, and a part of my heart. I was only 7 when it happened. Since then, I travelled far and wide to find a kingdom to house me. I step around a large oak tree and sit at it’s trunk. My water is dangerously low and I can’t hear or see a stream of water. I sip at my water that does nothing to help my aching stomach. “I can feel that I’m close,” I say out loud to the wind. I’ve been saying that for the past 6 years and it hasn’t helped. I sigh, exhaustion talking the best of me. I catch a glimpse of the sun in the corner of my eye. I look towards it and see the tip of a building. It looks like a flag, a kingdom flag. I stand and run, forgetting my water bottle at the trunk. This is the best I have felt since the fire. It’s taken 6 long, tiring years but I don’t care. I finally found it. I push myself past the forest I was staying in, keeping my eye to the light. That’s when I see it. Past the border at the end of a long, twisting river is a kingdom. A palace made of gold and diamond blinds my eyes but I just smile. It took a while but I found it. I found a place, a new place, to call home. I feel the wind on my face, my hair flowing wildly. I’m running as fast as I can toward it. The valley disappears behind me, revealing a beautiful, glowing kingdom. My new home.
This is a collab with Celeste! (@Celeste-Vacker)
