The first: The walls and buildings of the city were built of the white wood, there was no artificial lights, nor there was any developed technology, so an eerie silence, a mysterious solitude flooded the city after the sunset. You could be lost there, got to the magical realms by the complete mistake and forget of the earthy life… They find you the next morning with your throat cut, and your pockets emptied – your payment for eternal fairytale happiness.

Still, at a certain point the silence came to its end, and the lives: there was a civil war and I fought against my father’s party. I was actually quite vicious towards him and his party, I wanted to hurt him and make his world crumble, but he seemed to never notice that. He thought it was just a game for me, or I was stupid and easily manipulated, everything that didn’t match his imagination of me simply didn’t exist. One day I was taken out of guard: several soldiers – our enemies – cornered me and later my father arrived. He looked at me with contempt, discarding my whole being, and dragging me through the city. The people gazed at us silently, the whole crowd looked like plastic manikins, like theatrical props placed here in order to create the illusion we are not alone on our way. My knees were scratched and bleeding: the road was bumpy. I scratched him violently my hands tried hurting him to the same measure… I was suffocating, so taking a quick, short breath (possibly the last one) and I yelled: “No! No! No! Help! Help! Help!” My fathers eyes were widening in surprise, he probably finally understood that he is hurting me, that I’m in great pain. His grip loosened and I fell on the ground. The people from my party ran towards us, and helped me to stand up…