So, I was just sitting around today, and then, this storyline finally just hit me.

It might be more dramatic than Prinzessin, so beware.

Enjoy

~Ariel

Run.

Run, and cling to the lives you fought so hard to save.

Don't be caught.

Protect Channa.

His words rang in my ears, for many a time to come.

And I braved them proudly. It seemed that the harder I ran, the farther away I did seem to escape. It seemed in my heart, that I had protected her the best I could. Yet things are not always as they seem.

I would have thought I had learned that very lesson, back in the camp. Back when everything had been so hard, so cruel to endure. However, apparently I had taken my learnings too lightly; there was far more to be learned, in the outside world, the world much larger than the one I had come to believe was merely the camp.

So much had I begged for freedom, for escape. It was sheer irony that I almost begged to back in time, back to those days, where everything had been so simple, and I had been in love. I almost would have sold my soul to go back.

Back to when I had my unscathed, perfect little Channa.

Back when I had Duncan, to support me, to help me, to give me cheats, and reliefs.

How little had I understood about reality. About the outside world; and how it could be just as cruel as some concentration camp.

It could be most definitely said that my story had not ended with escaping the camp; not in the very least. There was much more to the mournful, unfortunate tale of mine, and Channa's life.

There have been many, many regrets. Ones that I wish I could have taken back with all my heart; but that was the past, and what's done was done, and there would be nothing more to say on that matter. I tried to believe that everything I had done was for the best intrests of my small daughter, no matter the costs. I wanted her to have a better life than I had, even if it meant splitting my heart in two.

Sometimes I wondered what would have happened if Duncan had never found us, that once. Channa would have never seen her father, since she was a small infant. I would have never gotten married. Things would have changed, greatly. Sometimes I wondered how things would have turned out if Duncan had run away with us, if the guards hadn't suspisciously come, and if Channa, Duncan and I had managed to live in the allegedly splendid house he spoke so much about. Everyday I wondered about my little Channa, how all this had affected her.

Somewhere in my daughter and mine's oddessey, it dawned on me that the harder we ran, the faster they followed; the more she wept, the less I seemed to pay attention; the longer I wished for my husband, the dwindling feeling of him never returning intensified.

I wondered how far I could run away from reality, from truth.

How young I had still been when I left the camp.