There was once a young boy that lived in a magical land called the country. In the country, the boy was happy. He lived with his father, who was a magic faerie, like the boy. The boy also had a mother and a sister, but they were not so magical. The father loved his family very much. And he thought that his family deserved to have a better life. So like all good Americans, he moved to the Suburbs. The boy was not happy that his family had moved to the Suburbs, which was so unlike the farm fields the boy grew up in. He cried for a long time. He was leaving all his "imaginary" and "real" friends behind, and he was moving to someplace scary and entirely unfun. Once the boy got to the Suburbs, he had a difficult time making friends. No one here was like his old friends. They were not magical. And everyday, the boy saw his father die a little bit from the banality of his new job. One day, his father came home, and announced that he had gotten a new, better job. The father loved his family so much, that he would give up his magic for them. An imitation of the American Dream had twisted him. And although the father was still filled with love for his family, three months later, he was just like anyone else. The boy was all alone. He began to go places alone, where people would not find him, and he could find new imaginary friends. And he eventually found new human friends, whose spirits he had learned to draw out. But he was never as happy as he was. And the boy grew up.

The boy would spend much time alone. In his time alone, he would read, and find out about the world around him. He read entire encyclopedia. He learned about classical music and poetry. He knew the happy and sad history of man’s world. But without anyone to teach him about magic, he never learned the history and culture of his people. And even the boy eventually succumbed to the banality of the suburbs. He began to watch more and more TV. He played his Nintendo. The boy’s magical places had houses built on them.

Then, in the junior year of his high school, the boy’s eyes began to open again. His magical being, which had been sleeping to avoid the depressing suburbs, looked around, and saw what had happened to the boy. The boy had grown up. He was large and strong. The boy could run fast, pick up large rocks, and the boy had even learned how to use a computer. So one day, in the middle of study hall, the boy fell asleep. When he woke up, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "I believe in faeries!!". Many others woke up that day in that study hall. The boy had to stay after school.

Even still, the boy was mostly alone. But he did not mind anymore. He went out, and read books that his peers knew nothing of. He learned of Byron, Shakespeare, Rice, Mallory and many, many others. He listened to Lennon, Bach, Page, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and the last and greatest of the romantics, Rachmaninov. The boy even learned about warfare. He taught himself to wield a sword, and to fence. And importantly as well, the boy discovered new magical places. His old magical places had long since died, but he found new places, and made friends with the spirits there. The boy was happy again.

But the boy was growing up. He needed to learn more. So the boy went to university. The university where he went was a beautiful place. It was a large university. At university, the boy learned a great deal. He even learned a little about his people. At university there were people like him here. He even found others like him over the computer. The boy was quite content and happy.

Winter Break came, and the boy went home to the suburbs. Once in the suburbs, the boy was invited to a party, hosted by one of his old friends from high school. At this party, the boy met a beautiful snow princess. During the party, the boy was struck by the snow princesses’ beauty and he swore loyalty to the snow princess, and became her court advisor. Once he got back to school, the snow princess wrote him often, asking for his advise on matters. And the boy would give sound advice. For several weeks this went on, until one day the snow princess asked the boy what he thought the role of a queen was. The boy wrote back a long dissertation. What the boy did not realize was the snow princess, whose official title through custom was king, was in love with the boy. The boy, whom had seen her beauty at the party, had thought the snow princess out of reach, and the possibility that she was might love him had never even occurred to the boy.

But his friend from high school told him of the snow princess' love. And the boy became very happy. The snow princess and the boy would talk for hours now. Until one day the snow princess told the boy she wanted to be his queen. The boy thought for a moment, and then offered the sound advice of marriage for a year and a day. The snow princess thought this sound advice. So on the day set aside for lovers, the snow princess and the boy became married. And they are living happily ever after.

This is a true story, documented by myself, the boy, and it is dedicated to my true love, the snow princess.