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"Dawn came. The morning sunlight slowly spread across the chambers. The light gently touched her face. The princess slowly opened her eyes. She then rose from her bed and opened the doors to the gardens. The sky was every color of red and pink, orange and yellow, the flowers all slowly opening, the gentle sea breeze blowing in the air. She could hear the servants doing their work. Far in the sea she saw foreign ships coming towards the harbor. She then went inside her room to get dressed. As she put on robes with the royal colors and her jewelry she overheard some of the counselors talking about the last group of people sacrificed to the Minotaur. She didn’t understand why they needed to sacrifice so many people to that beast. Each year almost a hundred people become sacrifices. She then left her chambers. As she walked through the hallways she noticed that the throne room was locked.

"There you are, your Grace. I am to escort you to your mother so that you may leave for the Grand Temple. This way your Grace."

The servant girl walked her to the queen’s chambers and left. As the princess entered she couldn't help but ask “why the throne room was sealed”. The queen replied that an urgent meeting was called by the king. Then she smiled at her daughter and took her hand. The two then left for the Grand Temple of Light" ... A dream, a memory intact of a time when tranquility was dominant. The dream seemed so real. So much time has passed that it really does seem like a dream and not a memory.