BOOK 1 OF THE NOBLE SERIES.
An island girl with no memories, and a prince in line for a tainted throne. Two souls in which the world believed would never mix. But in this world of magic where people can control elements to their will, you can never...
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--Alexa POV--
My first memory was a sound. The waves hitting the shore, the trees rustlings in the wind, it was a calming first memory, one that I think back on quite a lot as I try to recall my origins, but with those peaceful sounds, there always comes an echo of a voice; Someone calling out for me.
"Alexa!" They called desperately, the shadow of a hand outstretching towards me, trying to catch me before it all went black. I wondered, how could a single voice, one that speaks one name, have so much emotion? But I never dwelled on it too much. For all I know, that memory could very well have been nothing but a dream.
When I woke up that day with no recollection of who I was, I found myself stranded on what I had assumed was a deserted island, but I was wrong. Other than me, there was one other inhabitant.
His name, something he remembers, unlike me, was Johnathon Marlowe, or John, as he liked to be called, and he grew to quickly become my friend.
"So... That's all you remember? Your name? And you're not even sure if it's your name or someone else's?" He had asked.
"I think so." With a hand to my throbbing head, I tried to think over any memories that may have been hazy in my mind, but came up empty.
"Alexa." He tested the name out on his lips.
"Alexa." I found myself doing the same with the unfamiliar name.
"Well, at least we've got something. What about your age? How old are you? 12? 13?"
"I... don't know..."
"Well, you don't look like you'll be under 10..." He put his hand to his chin as he thought about it, observing my appearance as I tilted my head down to do the same.
"Shall we just say you're 13? I'm 16, by the way,"
"Okay," I nodded, somehow feeling that he wasn't incredibly incorrect with his guess.
"So, Alexa who's 13 years of age. Welcome to Marlowe Island." He spoke with confidence, a warm grin on his face that no one would have dared to call fake, it was a contagious grin, one that made me forget the reality of my bleak situation.
"Marlowe island?" I echoed, wondering why he shared the same surname as the island which I had thought was deserted, and therefore, unnamed.
"Yes, I'm the first ever inhabitant of this land so it only makes sense for it to be named after me, right? We could add your name on too, but... Well, you don't exactly remember your surname..." He couldn't have been called a man because it was a fact that he was still a child, although a few years older than me, I wasn't so empty-headed to be blind to that fact. And while he had a childish tint to his bright personality, he was all the more serious at times of necessity, I learnt that quickly, along with many other facts about him.
"How long have you been here?" I curiously asked, careful not to overstep any sensitive boundaries that he may have had.
"On this island? I've been here since I was 13, so I guess that makes it 3 years."
