Eric and I are the perfect couple. The young, strong, will-be soldier and the pretty blonde girlfriend by his side. Homecoming prince and princess. Children of the Empire. With everything stretching out for us to conquer and subdue.
Except we don’t want to conquer. We want to liberate.
And so, by the darkness of the night, we make our way out across the threshold of Eric’s vast house. And we step into our new beginning.
Through the forest. Through the river. Beyond the horizon. To the place of our destiny.
Ember was screaming. His people were screaming. His land was bleeding.
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Once there was a girl. And she had everything. Everything she didn't want Once here was a child. And they had nothing. But they were about to have the entirety of the future.
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You look up. And there is no sky only blood.
You look down. And there is no ground only bone.
A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.
The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king.
She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her.
The seventeen-year old is Queen.
That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all).
The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet.
And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions.
She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else.
Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.
✨EPIGRAPH✨
"We are coming for you...
✨SYNOPSIS✨
Evil isn't born, it's created.
Singing used to be a joyous affair. Everyone lifting their voices to the water's surface during all the festivals and whenever the mood struck. Merpeople from all the oceans came together to sing and commune with their ancestors every fifth blue moon until the Wraith War destroyed merfolk and humans alike.
Ayriel hasn't used her voice ever since the destruction of her home. Assuming she is the last of her kind, she's surprised to meet Tristan, a merman with a powerful method for bending others to his will.
A different tailspin on The Little Mermaid.
✨DISCLAIMER ✨
Inspired by The Little Mermaid and Come Away to the Water by Maroon 5 and Rozzi Crane, this short story was written in 2017 and kept in its original state.
Amity and Lilah always wanted to escape their world. When Lilah finds out what's waiting for her on the other side things might be a little different in her life, while Amity discovers a long lost secret. But what happens when they find out that this Dimension is not that different from theirs. Come follow Amity and Lilah finding themselves and fighting evil along the way.
A/N: This book is going to be the first one I'm publishing I am a pretty good writer but this is the first time uploading a book. Please give me your feedback and let me know how you feel about it, enjoy the book.