You know, hearing the same story again and again really gets boring sometimes. You know what happens everytime you hear it and you know, it won't change. But imagine, suddenly you get into it, you're a part of it. Still you know what happens, you know what to do, so nohting will go wrong. The scheme is always the same. Some teenage girl or boy gets into another world and has to save it. At the end the good is always winning. That's how it goes.
But imagine, now that you're in it, the story changes and you have to find out, what to do so the story will still  have a happy ever after. It won't be easy, it won't be convenient, it won't be like anything you've done before...

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“They placed the crone onto the stone, looked up to the sky and prayed for him to never come back! Then the hero took out his sword, hold it high up into the air and spoke to the folks: The evil King is defeated and he shall never come back, you are free now, go and live your live again! The End”
Sahra was excited. “Read it again! Read it again! Please Grandma! Pleeaaseee!” Grandma smiled and shaked her head. “Not today little princess, your royal bed is waiting.” Sahra chuntered. I smirked and patted my little sister on the back. “C'mon girl, you gotta sleep!” Sahra looked offended, but stood up and walked to her room. We looked after her, then I turned to Grandma. “Say, Grandma, how long do you think it will take until he calls?” We both knew who was meant. “I don't know Oneiricia, I really don't know...” I looked towards the ground, sighed and got up from the couch. “Well then, I'll be asleep too.” I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted him to call very badly, I wanted him to tell us that he'll come back very soon. I just wanted to hear him and his voice. Don't know how long it's been since I saw him last. It could be like 4 or 5 months, that would fit.
As I walked into my room I locked the door behind me. I didn't want any disturbance. Grandma alsways teased me when she found my room locked. She said things like “You don't have to hide your boyfriend from us!” or “What's his name?”. That really would not annoy me if she didn't knew that my last boyfriend existed when I was 13. The only reason I locked my room was because I wanted my own little space, my own little silent space. I couldn't sit anywhere in the house without my little sister coming to me and asking about what I was doing or destroying my work. This time it was truly only because I wanted my room to be silent. I wanted my body to sleep as long as it wanted too, I needed the sleep. I couldn't sleep the last nights because of the same Nightmare over and over again. In wanted it not to end up in waking up sweating and scaring 'cause of nothing. I don't know what happened in those dreams, not exactly, but I know they were Nigthmares, really bad Nightmares.