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Serenitatem

Serenitatem

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 11, 2019
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Fantasy
Tal loves the sea. It is his home, his playground, his life. After growing up in a tiny lagoon, he wants to see more. He longs to explore the vastness of his world with the older mermen of his colony, but he is too young. In a burst of rebellious behavior, he sneaks out at night to travel on his own. Unfortunately, his calm home has rules and doesn't like them broken. A fierce storm separates Tal from everything he knows, leaving him in the last place he ever wanted to be- on land. Elle hates the sea. According to everyone, it took her father away from her. With its crashing waves and churning rage, it is a cruel and unforgiving entity. That is why she loves the city, its away from all of it. In a twist of unfortunate circumstances, Elle is forces to leave her concrete jungle and stay with her uncle, right by the ocean. Its pure punishment. After a very brutal storm, Elle explores the beach and finds something (or someone) quite unusual.
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