Hello there, nice to meet you. I am glad that you could join me as I tell you that the world we live in isn't what it seems. I know you’ve heard it many times before, but trust me when I tell you this, after all that I have went through, this world didn't just give something beautiful, surreal, gorgeous, and beyond my wildest belief. It also gave way to monsters, bloodshed, cannibalism, and betrayals so veil that it kept hidden so well that not only we never knew existed; we also went by it as if there was nothing there.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t introduce myself; let me start from the beginning.

My name is Ruqayyah Sultana, it is pronounced as Rue-kay-aah. At the time of this story I was 15 years old on my way to be 16; I was in grade 10 a sophomore in high school. I know it’s Weird, that my name may be an Islamic name but don't judge. And yes I am a Muslim; actually not me but my parents are, were, not me. I don’t follow the religion entirely at all, just bits and pices. Now both of my parents are no longer with me, if I just listened to their warning 13 years ago.... I am 29 now; I am sorry, I am getting of track.

My started like this.

When i was seven I started to have these dreams. The truth is they were really some kind of visions. At night these ‘dreams’ would wake me up so badly that I would start crying and screaming, while covered in sticky, smelly cold sweat about some monsters getting me. Yet they’ve just lasted for a week, thank god.

But after that the real horror started. These visions started to come frequently; I always thought that I was seeing myself in the future. Sometimes they were good, a lot of time they were horrendous.

Not realizing it myself, but at the time seeing the future may have been a blessing, fun even but it became a curse when it started to come true around sophomore year. Before that ever started I had multiple visits to a psychologists, many "talks" from my parents, and lots and lots of bullies in my life. All of that because I would wake up screaming from a nightmare or wake up happy from a fantasy dream that I won’t stop talking about. #fml

As time went by I learned what I could and couldn't say out loud, what I could say to my parents, family or even a stranger. I had to make sure every time i opened my mouth i thought about what was logical to them. In other words I learned to lie about myself and my dreams so that i draw less attention to myself and steer clear of those awful talks.

Like anybody will ever believe or understand me. Right about now you want to know what these visions are, alright then I will tell you.

Visions are like clearer dreams which are less ambiguous. Dreams are mostly forgotten.

These visions are always about the same place, the same person, and same creepy feeling.

Flashback ~22 years ago~

The first time I got these visions, I was seven years old. I remember going there by getting on a boat towards a water fall getting on a stone platform right next to it before falling down the waterfall. Getting on a floating island and taking a magical boat to what seemed like a palace.

While there, there was a Mayan statue breathing fire, spitting arrows, and hosting the ugliest, evilest ghost even a seven year old ever seen. As I went along the main foyer and living room combination is the largest dome imaginable. Three soccer games can go on at the same time wide and two Olympic stadiums tall, big right. Then something grabs my throat hold me underwater drown me, stab me, and then kill me. Then i wake up crying, sweating, i screamed so hard that I woke my neighbors up as well. My parents rushed to my room thinking i was being murdered. Their eyes were wide open and they were panting as if they just ran a marathon.

At the time I was soo young that I didn’t know the difference between imagination and magic, it was all the same.

~Flashback end~

The more (and the most) intense dreams started when i was 10 years old. They became more vivid, more....real as if i was actually there. The one thing that linked all these...nightmares, is this mysterious boy. He said that he's the prince... of this land. I could never catch the name of the land that he talks about.

He always talked about how lonely he was, and that he needs a friend. Just like me at the time. Other than that I always hear bits and pieces from him of how his father loved his mothers, one in particular, someone important been murdered, his father insane only he can give it to him, and a curse that have to be broken. No matter how many times I ask the answers always come out the same so I stopped asking, he will never give me the full story.

Not until I turned 11 that I heard something different in the living room. I was at my living room doing my art homework when I drifted off. I took one of the staircases but heard was out of the ordinary; what I heard was not one, not two, but 4 different screams and moaning that came from the stairwell.

Frightened I quickly ran upstairs and into the first indoor garden I saw, and in that garden he was tending one of exotic rose bed. When I demanded him to tell me about these screams, he pretended that those were nothing that I need to worry about. I was so persistent for the answer that he gave in and instead of telling me the answer he will show me. What happened next was unbearable; my bloodiest vision ever. As we went downstairs he did a weird chant that opened a secret door, which lead to another floor below. As we head downstairs there was a large chamber to one DE-mummification, three dead corpse, and four half dead teenagers. Somehow those teenagers seemed to know me as they were calling out to me, saying not to trust him, that he is murderer. Who are they and what is happening here? I didn't know at the time however, what happened next was absolutely terrifying. The survivors were sucked into him like a strand of noodle that you slurp into your mouth, the corpse were they have been mummified and floating in mid-air with a seal on time, and the one that have been DE-mummified have been given orders in a strange tongue that i didn't understand. However those mummified corpse started to change, I didn’t stick around to check as I took a break for it. When I got upstairs hideous monsters, dead soldiers, and the undead were after me, I bet all this is a trap, all this has been done by him, that prince. At the moment I was soo scared that my my survival was my first priority. Because the last thing he said was "kill her, I am the one true heir, she is the last one I need to ring him back alive and healthy."

Nothing came close. Nothing. But some of them were just as horrific, all were different then the last.