Full moon.

You sit on the windowsill and gaze out to the nightly castle grounds.

How many times did you sit here as a child, looking at the moonlit forests and mountains, wishing you could venture out to the wilderness and see the world?

How many times did you sit on this very spot, a book on your lap? Eyes greedily taking in every word with haste, as if afraid someone would tear the book from your hands at any moment. Every now and then breaking yourself away from the spell of those ornate, glorious stories just to look out and sigh.

Stories of brave knights, beautiful princesses, far out lands and lives that made an impact. Oh, how you used to wish you could live in that world instead of yours. You wanted to be someone else, someone that mattered.

You wanted the glory but never considered the price.

Now, you are someone else. Now, you matter. But is it all worth it?