It was far off in the distance but for Sydney and I's sake, I would remain hopeful that those were ferry lights coming to pick-up the guests of whoever's party we just crashed at the castle. Maybe a guest ordered the ferry so they could return back to the mainland Razalia Raven Cove. The mainland only had one private ferry rental service company that would pick-up passengers from various islands.
I couldn't explain why, but the thought of it being a ferry brought me peace, it made me feel less alone and I knew I wasn't alone.. I had Sydney but I wanted my mom. I looked at Sydney and said "trust". I extended my hand out towards Sydney. We kept making our way towards the light even if I was completely and utterly terrified.
Those ferries are big enough that we could sneak on without being noticed, but as we continued down the dirt-pathway the lights weren't moving like they usually do bobbing up and down.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
