It all began back in... All right! All right! I won't make the story too boring. The character Prince Xander came to me in a dream in the year 2007 little did I know how crucial and important this young man would be in the series).
In my dream, Prince Xander and his father, King Landris, were arguing. All of a sudden, a fire-breathing dragon appeared out of nowhere, and I... I woke up. “That's it?” you ask. Well, no, that isn't it.
I kept having that reoccurring dream with Prince Xander, King Landris, and an assortment of other characters. Usually, one doesn't remember his or her dreams, but I was vividly remembering my dreams with Prince Xander and the crew in it. Wherever I could find a piece of paper, I would jot down what occurred in my dreams.
The dreams kept nagging at me throughout the day. Therefore, I took it as a sign. I always loved writing. Shit, my dream was to become an author. No, honestly, I wanted to become an author. I had an active imagination as a child. Really, I did. I used to use my bed as Barbie's apartment. It was set-up so lavishly. The comforter was her plush wall-to-wall carpeting, and her pool... Oh, her pool was the bathtub. No, not the Barbie bathtub, but the human bathtub. I would turn the faucets on and act like she had a built-in waterfall. That shit was hotttttt! Can you say that my Barbie was living the glamorous life, bitches! I know but back to what I was talking about.