She loved the beach, her toes in the sand, the smell of the salty water and the ocean looking almost like glass in the sunlight.
Her eyes lingered on the horizon, she wondered how far she could go before she reached a mystical Kingdom far, far away.
Despite the traitorous sun, the air was chilly and her breath fogged up in front of her. They sky was a sickly blue and yet she loved the icy wind in her hair.
She swung her arms, the sleeves of her dark sweater were far too long but she loved it. They were covered with paint, but did she care?
Her black ripped jeans rolled up avoiding the sand.
Her eyes always had that glow of adventure, that gleam of longing as she looked back at her family.
She stood there, alone, whole. Her family far behind her setting down blankets. But she didn't mind being far from them.
She liked having her own life, her own legacy. Even if she had to pretend to even possess one.
Would she meet anyone who saw the world the way she does?
That's when the Fates had answered her call. Her own destiny had began. Some would call this moment star-crossed as she would have to subdue a King, infiltrate a Kingdom and go for long periods of time away from her family.
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But it would all be worth the ride for this thrilling, adrenaline-pumping adventure.
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She saw a open Oyster with a glimmering pearl washing up before her feet. Thinking back, fate really wanted her at the bottom of the sea.
And when she had touched the pearl, she just had to think 'imagine if this is a magic pearl or something, gosh darn i want to see Atlantis for myself'
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Atlantis' Pretty Boy
FantasyShe was a reader who escaped her empty life through books and media. He was an Atlantean prince who dripped in sarcasm and loyalty to his Kingdom. Need I say more? . . . ''The Caspian brothers may fight like a pod of Orcas and Humpbacks; but althoug...
