Elan World - part 2 of 8

The wise old man then led me to a secret inner room.
An ancient tome lay opened there for me, so I assumed.
It spoke about a future queen who one day would arrive.
The name it gave this princess child emended by a scribe.

I read with zeal and fervor, the man said he would wait.
I had to learn about this one whose fate might be my fate.
The world that she was given seemed a happy place indeed.
They called themselves the Elanites and no one lived in need.

I turned the page and read about a curse that caused me pain.
The prospects for continued peace seemed clearly on the wane.
An evil force was prophesied to come upon the land
around the time the princess child arrived to lend a hand.

I closed the book and sauntered to the window, opened wide.
My golden rainbow disappeared, dark clouds now ruled the sky.
I felt a shiver down my spine and asked: "Am I the one?"
He looked at me with troubled eyes and motioned me to come.

Along the way he told me 'bout my father's errant queen.
The castle they had built here was the greatest ever seen.
They ruled in perfect harmony, the kingdom was secure.
"One day she came up missing, what happened no one's sure.
From that day on your father's health went south and never rose.
The prophecy as written said you'd show up unopposed.
You are the one, my princess child, to sit upon his throne.
To find this wicked witch you must, turn over every stone."

With that I left his presence and flew out the castle door,
high above the the mountaintops and o'er the sandy shores.
I lit upon the clearing where it was I'd first found flight,
then shortly fell there fast asleep as day turned into night.

I dreamt about my former life - somewhere called planet earth.
I was just a scrawny kid who struggled with self-worth.
A little town in Kansas on a farm with pigs and cows.
I remember getting hurt, though I don't remember how.

When I awoke I mused upon my dream and for awhile,
I found some comfort in the thought I was no 'princess child'.
Just a girl from Kansas with a love for nature's gifts.
A girl who cherished stories that would in the end uplift.

Then suddenly a voice called out, so gentle and so sweet.
Elana was the name she called and asked: "When can we meet?"
I strained my voice to say to her: "Please come, my little one."
Then from the woods emerged a child whose face shone like the sun.

*artwork used by permission - fajralam@deviantart

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