Tidal Vortex-Book One

Chapter Fourteen

Teal:

Walking into the bedroom that is to be mine, I'm shocked at the splendor. Windows on the far wall overlook the underwater seascape of Atlantis. I walk over to them and peer out at the underwater ships and sea life. Even at night, it's a bustling city. The walls are painted a light, soothing blue. A pool of clear blue water dimly lit by small lights surrounds a platform with an enormous bed piled high with more pillows than I have ever encountered in my life. The pillows are all blue, green, and teal colored. They sit nicely placed against the dark wood headboard of the bed. The comforter matches the pillows in color and design. Part of me struggles internally with the thought of sleeping in something so big and nice. I'm used to single small rough beds from prison. This seems like a dream compared to all that. I feel awkward in this large space. I realize with some discomfort that it will take some getting used to. A wooden bridge walkway connects across the six feet of water to the platform the bed is on. The sound of small water fountains draws my attention towards small fish statues on the sides of the pool that spat water out of their mouths. I find the tinkle of the water soothing as I stifle a yawn. To the right of the room sits the door, joining to Connor's guard quarters. It's situated close to the bed and pool, probably on purpose for safety reasons.

I inspect my new space as I wander around the room. A room to the left of the entrance opens into a bathroom that's filled with vibrant green plants and a shower of sorts. It looks more like a mini jungle than a bathroom. Yet I find the nature incorporated into the space relaxing. A toilet sits beside a grey stone basin sink connected to the wall. Instead of a faucet, a fountain trickles small continuous amounts of water that disappear through the cracks of colorful smooth rocks in the basin's base. Walking back into the main bedroom, I glance around, then notice a dark wood wardrobe which sits to the right of Connor's door. Striding over, I open it. Inside are many dresses and outfits that seem far too frilly for my taste. Bright pink and lacy girly dresses make me flinch in distaste. I make a mental note to talk to my father about the pink gaudy designs and excessively extravagant styles.

Spying a dark wooden desk in the far corner, I walk over to it, noticing the paper and pens sitting on the desk. My mind wanders to thoughts of Samantha and the note she had left me. I miss my friend quite a lot. How I wish she were here. I wish I could speak to her right now more than ever. Staring at the paper and pens, an idea came to me. Quickly I sit on the chair at the desk, then I started to write a letter to Samantha.

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Dear Samantha,

I took your advice and spread my wings. Although I think I flew a bit farther than either of us could have ever comprehended. One minute I was a prisoner on her way to a Barbados facility, then within the next few seconds I found myself sucked into a watery vortex. It was fucking scary as hell! Somehow, I survived. I punched a fucking great white shark! Totally bad ass. Remember how you always used to bug me about my exceptional hearing? Well, I found out why I'm different. One day I will share with you why although you probably won't believe me. I am struggling to understand everything that has happened, but supposedly my birth mother left me on the seashore soon after I was born.

I stop writing for a few minutes as I consider telling Sam about how those male sirens who had abducted me then tried to force themselves on me. After some thought I decide not to share those details. I don't want to tell anyone that I had viciously killed like an animal. Not that the vile siren men didn't deserve what they got. Putting pen to paper I continue writing.

I have been told she did it to protect me. I have found myself in a new place where people are looking to me for help. I'm no hero. I was just an inmate. I knew how to be an inmate, but this... I'm writing right now from Atlantis. Yes, I am talking about the missing Atlantis that people have looked for over thousands of years. I thought I was hallucinating when I first arrived here. It would've been so much simpler if I had been. I still need to figure out who framed me when I was twelve. I don't know if I will ever get the chance. Allegedly someone's going to try to kill me. Nothing new there... A woman who used to be friends with my birth mother saw a vision of someone plotting to kill me. I don't know what to think anymore. I miss you. I wish you were here. One day you will spread your wings too. Until then, stay safe. I hope Martha and her gang are leaving you alone. Please keep safe. Much love, until we meet again.