The Wilds of the Kingdom and the Ice Fire

Prologue

Cassandra's P.O.V

I am a mermaid. There. I said it. Everyone thinks I'm a sea witch. But no one knows the real reason I hide in these depths.

I have a shimmering turquoise tail, glossy blonde hair, and light, caramel-colored skin. My name is Cassandra, but most people call me Cass.

I live in a smooth stone cave at the bottom of the ocean, with a moss curtain and opal furniture. Vermillion vases and ruby windows lie on burnt-umber tables. Emerald-green rugs sit on the floor. My eyes are sapphire blue.

Here is my story. Not just my story, everyone's story. The story of the kings. The story of the guardians. The story of those who died to protect us. The five Wilds. The group of warriors.

First, there's me. Cassandra. A mermaid who lives in an underwater cave. Most people call me Wild Woman.

Then comes Droid. He is a short, African-American kid who is obsessed with mechanisms and machines - and he's part cyborg. Most humans call him Wildman.

Rosie is next. She is a fierce but sweet 18 year old werewolf who loves the air. She's been at one with the wind ever since her demon parents left her on a mountainside in a small basket. Everyone always calls her Wild Style.

Wildfire is the nickname of a tough Asian ghoul named Simon. He has been experimenting with fire since he was a youngling. That was before our parents left us in the Ice Fire, a polar wilderness with a meadow, mountain, river, and bonfire, plus caves for us to live in, and a workshop for Droid.

The last one is Midnight, a very tall, 16 year old sort-of insane bacca girl, who spends her days lying out in the meadow staring into the woods. For some reason, she is Wild Child and sometimes would go insane.

Our parents thought we would be safer here, for some reason. They dropped us off when we were toddlers. I had no idea why. I just woke up in this polar wilderness.

But at least everyone got a note. A very special note. A note that we have been saving to read since now. A note that we weren't allowed to read until we turned 18.

Simon is the oldest, so he got to read his first. After that, he began spending a lot of time in his workshop, and I never got to talk to him.

The second oldest is Rosie. Rosie read hers a week ago, and she isn't the same.

Today is my birthday.

I pull the letter out of my scales. The damp envelope tears in my fingers. I open it up.

  Cass: I trust that you take this note seriously. Listen to me. You are one of the Wilds, a group of children that were made to fight evil. Whatever you do, be careful of Darius, a manipulative young ghost who enjoys tricking monsters.

Sincerely, Mom

As I sit in terrified silence, a thought occurs to me.

How will I do this?

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Hey this is a story I'm writing with a few of my friends I will let you know who writes what. This was written by my friend who dosent have a wattpad account so I will just call her my friend cuz the rest of my friends have wattpad account

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