I'm not little more than your average, pampered fourteen year old singer. Also happening to be the princess of the most wealthy and beautiful kingdoms in Fantasia.
My mother says I was born singing. Eyes, wide open, mouth, trilling at the top of my voice. Every day since, I've been singing through the day, through the night. Some girls sleepwalk. I sleepsing.
With the help of a small magical ball made of gold (which I can't figure out how to actually use), I've learned to create light and hope wherever I go, or so that's what everyone says about me.
When I accidentally fall into a well, a deep, dark, scary well known as the Wishing Well, I meet a swamp witch. Whatever books or stories you've heard about the Wishing Well, don't believe them. There's always been one, superpowerful Wishing Well in existence, and it's inhabited by an evil swamp witch. When I'm forced to make a deal with the swamp witch in exchange for my freedom out of the well, I expect the worst to happen. Who wouldn't?
And thanks to my luck, my ticket out of the well is a frog.
According to the frog, who goes by the pseudonym Dexter, he's a prince cursed to be an amphibian, and he'll get me out of the well if I help him become a human again.
Naturally, I'm suspicious. However, the frog does get me out of the well, and I'm bound to my oath to help him in return.
While I nervously await the severely belated arrival of my supposedly betrothed and attempt to find a cure for Dexter the frog prince, things get complicated. Real complicated.
At the end, though, it all boils down to one question: When it comes to a choice between tradition and true love, will I have the courage to do what I feel is right?
"It's either a Love Potion or you've cast an Unforgivable on me," Mattheo grabs my wrist and spins me, forcing me to look at him. He inhales a sharp breath, his eyes projecting the millions of thoughts running through his mind. "I don't know what's going on, or why, but what I do know is that I can't get you out of my head. Morning, noon, and night, you're there. You're around every corner, even if you're on the other side of the castle. You're in every conversation, even if they don't know who you are. You're in every book I read, every song I listen to. You are everywhere- - Oh, my. Merlin's Beard..."
"What?"
He lets out a strange noise as he lets go of my wrist and runs his hands through his hair. It looks like a massive weight has been lifted off his chest but has been replaced by an even heavier one. "It all makes sense,"
"What? What makes sense?"
"Albhie, we can communicate with each other while the people around us remain oblivious. We can sense and manipulate each others emotions- - Don't say you don't do it because I know you do. There's a reason for all of this- -"
"Don't say what I think you're going to say,"
"We're Fated..."
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She should've died at the riot. She should've died and the world should've moved on; he was supposed to move on. She should've died, and now they're both in danger...
Between the messy trials and tribulations of the Triwizard Tournament, the trials and tribulations of juggling friendships, relationships, and school, and the trials and tribulations of finding out you're Fated to the person you're most afraid of... It gets busy.