Sorry guys this story is on hold because both of us are on a softball team and it is getting hard to manage both the practices, games and our homework.
Acadia stands out; she's a light in the dark. Her eyes are a radiant blue, hair a soft blonde, and complexion, pale white. Acadia lives in a world of dark; she doesn't know happiness, joy, or love. She only knows pain, hurt, and evil. Her father hates her, this may seem very stereo typical, but everyone in the dark universe hates everything. No matter what.
Eben is different. He lives in the world without darkness, yet he's...dark. His skin isn't porcelain white, his hair jet black, eyes a deep shade of green. But in this world of light - this world of perfect - he has been accepted. His friends are genuine and his world is perfect. Everything Eben has ever experienced is surrounded by - and nearly suffocated in - love. There is no pain in his world, no hate, no fear. Our world strives for perfection, but can his stay that way?
What happens when Acadia starts to feel light creep into her dreams, she dreams of a guy with dark skin, hair as black as night and with eyes the color of the vase in her bedroom, some color that she vaguely remembers being call green or was it violet? What will happen if Eben starts to feel darkness, lashing out, hurting others, and doing the unknown, leaving his family... What about this strange girl he keeps dreaming about, with blond hair and bright blue eyes? Why does he feel the pain of beatings without ever being touched?
Parallel universes aren't suppose mix, right? But, what would happen if they did?
I thought I had died on my way home from work and that the gods had blessed me with a loving father in the afterlife. I was ready to accept that where I now stood was simply an illusion-an afterlife crafted just for me.
How could I have known that my soul had traveled to another world? A world inside a book.
I must have sinned greatly for the gods to abandon me, leaving me in this hellish place where I have to fight for my life every single day. I have no cousins who see me as family, no mother I can depend on. My home is filled with two-faced faes, and to make matters worse, my father's favorite general has taken it upon herself to act as some kind of mother figure, filled with hatred.
The woman whose body I now possess was supposed to be dead. My death should have been the breaking point for my loving father-the event that turned him into a cruel, evil villain for the protagonist to defeat over 100 years later.
Now, I am trapped in the book series I had read only because my friend loved it. And I can barely recall key details because I never bothered to read it carefully. It was already a horrible story riddled with many plot holes. And being stuck in it? It's even worse-especially as someone who wasn't even mentioned in the book because she was supposed to die early on.
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This is a transmigration ACOTAR story set before Amarantha was sent as an emissary to Prythian. While the war over slavery has already occurred, I've altered the timeline and some details about the war's history.
I also dislike the trope of a "truly evil" villain whose sole purpose is to justify the plot of a war or the extension of a series. With this story, I want to give the villain a backstory-a name and depth-saving him from the same mediocre depiction of a tyrant.