Prologue

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The world is a weird place

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The world is a weird place.

I sometimes feel like I'm living in a real life movie.

I'm a "princess" in a modern world.

My papa's little fleur ( flower in french )

Each day, outside these walls a corrupt world brews. The war ended years ago. But a silent one continued.

We are half way to peace. But every step forward is two steps back.

But still a step forward.

The flowers bloom every year. The trees grow every year. The river runs all year. A new royal is crowned each year.

Yet we are all withering.

But we are not dead yet.

And I won't let us. I will help my young country flourish. It is my job to get us out of this purgatory.

And I will.

After I drink my tea.

Perhaps that is why I have yet to make a difference, that mindset of: to do later.
But I can't be blamed , I'm still a teenager.

It does not matter that I'm the heir to becoming a duchess. I'm still a kid.

With dreams.

Like world peace. Or to dance in the rain with the one I love.

The world is a weird place.

The world is a weird place

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Qui cherche, trouve. ( he who searches, will find what's missing. )

That is an old French expression that I try to live by.

But I search and search everyday.

And nothing is ever found.

And I have thought about that a lot.

Just like I think about the consequences of the war a lot.

We won ourselves a new country, foreigners who banned together to create a better place.

But was it worth it?

We loss so many, but gained so much. Won our freedom, but are now stuck in a corrupt war.

But what can I do?

I'm still young, still in school.
I work hard. Get good grades. But that does not even begin to stop the corrupt war that's brewing.

But, that's for older me to tackle. I'm still young, looking for what's missing.

And I look everyday.

Nothing to be found.

Maybe nothing is missing.

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