"No!" I cried out, "No! I will not be doomed to
a life like this! This is merely a half life, and I will not
continue this way!"
"Nyala, see some sense! This is what the stones
foretold when you were born. You must continue with the
engagement!" My father said. His bullheadedness was so annoying!
I mean, others could marry for love, my father himself married
for love, but I could not!
"Forget the stones! I want to marry for love,
not because my father believes whatever the stones tell him! You
and your stupid stones! If they told you to spend a year on land,
you would!" I yelled. Before he could say anything else, I
I went to my room, locked the door, and moved to my window. I
looked out, up to the surface, and I saw the currents going
faster, and the wind picking up in the air above the water. The
sky went dark, and the water became swift. That's when I realized
what was happening. A hurricane, caused by my father's own power.
Some would see this as a warning, but I saw differently. This was
I swam through the window, and up to the surface. I looked to the
shore, and saw the people panicking on the beach, running to
their homes to warn their families. Then I turned and looked to
the ocean behind me, and saw the reason they were panicking. The
storm was huge! The sky was a black wall, huge and foreboding.
The wind was howling and blowing my wet, freezing hair around me.
I realized what I huge mistake it was to come up here, realizing
that this storm could kill me.
I dove back under the water, trying to get back to the palace
under the water, but the currents were too strong. I was being
tossed around, left, right, up, down, but then I was caught,
suspended in the water, stuck between to currents. I could not
move one way, for there was a wall of rock, and the other way
would bring me closer to the storm. Then, the storm grew closer,
and I was ripped from my place and being sucked out of the water.
I flew up into the freezing air, flying so high that I was level
with the clouds. Then I was spat back down, falling quickly
toward the land.
"What belongs to the sea must always return." A voice said in my
mind. That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.
When I awoke, I was lying on the beach. The wind was howling
around me, and the sky was black. Trees were being ripped from
their places, tearing at the roots with a sickening crack. The
water was crashing on the shore, trying to pull me into its dark
'Safety' a voice said, and I began pulling myself farther from
the ocean, into a shelter of rocks and sand. I lay down on the
sand. The space was just long enough for me to spread out. I felt
a terrible pain in my side, but that would have to wait. 'Sleep'
the voice said again, so I slept.
When I awoke the second time, I looked up and the sun was shining
and the sky was blue. I sat up in my shelter of the rocks,
wondering where I was. I had an immense pain in my side and on my
head. I looked down and saw my shimmery green tank top was
ripped, and there was a long, red, partially closed cut coming
from the bottom of my ribcage to the top of my hip. My hand went
up to my head, and when I touched my temple, it felt tender.
I looked out through the rocks, and saw a man walking on the
seaweed-laden beach. He was wearing red swimming trunks and a
white with a red logo on it that I couldn't quite make out. He
had binoculars held up to his eyes and he was surveying the sea,
looking for something I did not know. I stood up and started to
walk over to him. I fell after about 5 steps, but he saw me, so
he shouted in alarm and ran over.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" He asked, his ice blue eyes filled
with concern. Wow, he was breathtaking. He had dark brown hair
that fell into his eyes and he was tan. A healthy, non-carrot
"Yeah," I breathed, staring into his eyes. Then I saw him looking
at my cut, and I knew that I must look like a mess.
"That's some cut you got there. You must have lost a lot of
blood." He said, still staring and my cut, "Let me fix that up
He took out a red box with a white cross on it, and sat it on the
sand. He opened it up and took out a tube with a green label. He
squeezed the tube and a clear paste came out. He put it on his
finger and attempted to run it over my cut, but when he first
touched me, I grabbed his hand because it hurt so bad I thought I
might pass out.
"Wow that hurt." I said, looking into his eyes. He looked back at
the cut than back at me.
"This is much more serious than I thought." He said. He picked me
up in his arms and started walking up the beach. "This is going
to need stitches. I'm going to take you to the hospital."
"Okay." I said softly. I was getting dizzy, but I wasn't sure if
it was from the pain or because I was in this breathtaking guy's
"Oh, I'm being so rude here! My name is Jared. Jared Divum." He
said. Jared Walbank. I will remember that. "What's your name?"
I picked my brain. It was hard to remember anything! The last
thing I remembered was crawling to the rocks after the storm, let
alone my name! Then it hit me. "Nyala. I'm Nyala Zeemeid."
"Nyala. That is a beautiful name. What does it mean?" He asked.
"It's Indonesian for flame." I said. He was carrying me into a
big white building that was apparently the hospital. They took me
into this room with a big bed that moves up and down. I woman
that was about 35 walked in and looked at my cut. She said I
needed something called stitches, which is apparently someone
sewing my side back together.
"Now, we need to ask a few questions." The woman said. "What's
your name?" She asked.
"Her name is Nyala Zeemeid." Jared answered for me. He was so
"And age?" The woman asked again. Jared looked at me expectantly.
I realized I never told him my age!
"I'm 16." I answered. Jared looked surprised. He looked so cute
when he was surprised! His eyebrows scrunched together and his
"I thought for sure that you were older! Turns out you're the
same age as me!" He said. He looked pleased. He was standing
beside me, holding my hand. He touched a lock of my hair,
spinning it around his finger.
I hid behind my hair. It was a light shade of blond, and I saw
him staring at me through the corner of my eye. His intense sea
green eyes were searching for my light blue ones. I turned away
from him looked at the woman expectantly, hoping she would ask
"Who are your parents, Nyala?" She asked. I picked my brain,
trying to remember. I saw some flashes of images, images of blue
air and bubbles, of a multi colored shell palace. Flashes of
people with fish tails for legs, but it was all like something
from a dream. I must be remembering a dream I had while lying in
"I don't know."