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August:

Dreamers are foolish indeed.

All they do is think of things that are inconceivable and pay the price for it with laziness and no work shown for it!

He thought to himself that he would rather think of realistic solutions to the problems in the East than dream, but it was his ardent wish that the Easterners should only worry about themselves alone and not care about what the West, North, South or even the Capitol did. If they were to act as separate entities, then relations would not have to be kept and it would be less of a hassle.

Regardless, even he knew that the current way of doing things, the sharing between the regions, was vital to each region. Without co-dependence, the East would fail by itself. Although he knew this fact, he was tired of having to depend on something/some people that he had never met. It irked him to the point of...

Maybe he would never admit it, but he was sort-of a dreamer. Here he was, imagining of a new governmental structure, a new order for society. If he were caught with such thoughts, they would be labeled as treason and rightly so he might add.

Treason. What a weighted word.

Traitor. Even more weighted.

He could not for the life of him afford to go to jail and waste what talents he had on a foolish idea. No, he would not dream. He would not daydream or dally on things that did not concern him. He had a decent profession in academia as an astrophysics research assistant and a current graduate student at the university. Why waste his efforts in realms that were not of his specialty-political science? He was not an activist by any means. However, that did not explain why he thought of these cumbersome ideas and of...her.

That blasted girl in that floral dress had completely taken over his mind!

If he were to confess to dreaming, it would be that he would only dream at nighttime. When the sun set and the moon shined upon the earth, he would envision her in that floral dress, dancing in the night sky and swaying to the rhythm of the stars.

It was official. He could not get her or the ideas of a better system of government out of his head.

So until he thought of a better idea on how to pass the time, he would read a book on astrophysics and try to concentrate...

"Blast!" he shouted quietly and slammed the book into this desk. It was not the book's fault for sure. The Orbit of the Planets Explained was a captivating read, but he no longer had a fine focus on what he needed to accomplish in life.

"Is everything alright? Milord," a servant asked him as he brought him his daily cup of tea.

"No. I mean yes. Everything is alright. It is working just as it should be," he answered.

"I stubbed my toe, that is all." He made up a silly excuse and the servant eyed him.

"Milord, may I be so bold?" the servant asked.

"You may," he answered back.

"Are you perhaps a bit restless due to the fact that you and your family are leaving tomorrow for the Trials? As they are in the Capitol and you have never been there before." the servant replied.

He thought for a bit and then quipped, "Yes, that must be it, Charles. I am having a little anxiety about the whole predicament with the whole choosing royalty competition and all. Its been hanging on my nerves lately. That must have been why I was so careless to stub my toe," he lied.

Choosing to go to bed rather than stay up thinking, he found he could not go to sleep readily and as he lay awake that night, sleepless as usual, he wondered one last thought before drifting off.

Are there other dreamers out there like me?