Sarcathia

(A Story of a Writer)

 

 We all learn how to write, others were born to. In the special room where it all started that certain girl sits on a chair in front of a desk. She is in this world yet in a way, she is not; she is in Sarcathia.

 

  She was celebrating, they are. This day is when their world, Sarcathia was born. No one really knows how exactly, they just know that it was because of her, the girl, this magical place was created. And there she was remembering its history. She is a writer and she recalls of the time when she was stuck in the middle of her room, with no words or a story to write. Until she was drawn by a blinding light, she was drawn to Sarcathia; the place where all her ideas was kept, her ideas that she can’t express through words, but here, all was alive. Since that day, she never found writing hard. She write and write, adding new characters in Sarcathia for it was not only the world of her ideas, it was the magical world of her own creations. A real writer always has trouble about expressing ideas, she experienced it too but whenever she thinks about Sarcathia, ideas pop out and the only trouble she has is which one to write.

 

  Time passed and things are so much different. As they say, “The only permanent thing in the world is change,” Her life changed too. She’s already different, not a writer anymore. She doesn’t even remember that she was one before. She just thought that it was all a dream. But then, life will get you to where you belong.

 

 After years, she came back in her old room, she was very exhausted and she slept. There was this blinding light again, Sarcathia’s door opened. Her characters were in the palace waiting for her. At first she doesn’t recognized them, she even wanted to wake up. Then she saw her diadem, she remembered everything, this is her past, this is her world. All of them celebrated. The Music Cove’s band was playing, BFFFWNE Wizards were there too and of course Lord Tirian, the oldest and wisest of her world. It has been a couple of years since she last visited Sarcathia, it was still the same and she promised to make this world even better.

 

   She kept on writing that night, adding colors and music to her world. She can’t help, she was very excited. Morning passed, or as it is in Sarcathia, all was back to normal, all was doing their own roles. She took a glance at the busy capital, and she was convinced, yes, this is her place, her very own. She was about to leave when she remembered to ask this question she was thinking since last night.

  She turned to Lord Tirian and asked, “Is this just happening inside my head or all of this is real?”

  It took a while for him to answer but in the end, “ This is only happening in your head but if this world is really important to you, you will wake up and you, yourself will say that Sarcathia exists,” he replied with a grin and the world faded. She was back in the real world.

 

  She awakened and started writing on her old desk. “It was not a dream, it is all true and my promise, now I will fulfill,” she told herself.

 

           “All of us have a story to tell, whether we whisper or yell,” she chose to yell and completely release the writer inside of her. Even if she had shared all her stories to everyone in the world, she would never forget, she would never want to leave Sarcathia.