THE SEA AND THE SUN
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"Once you cross that line, there's no turning back" Saxlim said in a cold voice. Hellen and June looked at her and observed that she had transformed Into royalty; her royal crown, her royal regalia and embellishments. She dazzled with an unforseen beauty. And they realized truely that she is a royalty from the Marine Kingdom.
There came a time when the supernaturals visited the Earth and dwelled amongst the sons and the daughters of men. Saxlim the daughter of the Marine world (Ocean and Sea) and Jaxbum the son of the Sun.
They were both the product of one night-stand between the Sun and the Sea long before mankind came into existence. The Sun took and raised Jaxbum (Male), while the Sea raised Saxlim (Female).
They lived and exhibited supernatural gifts and talents amongst their folks. But unknown to their human friends; their ultimate mission was to possessed them; take over the Earth and make them worship them for eternity.
And as many that accept them; supernatural powers were given; and those that rejected them were utterly destroyed.
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