บททั้งหมดของ The Hidden King: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I didn't know what I had expected to see when I decided to come here. All I knew was I needed help and Father was the only one powerful enough to give it. Seeing The Nesting now, I felt terrified. Terrified he might throw us out without help. Terrified he was still upset with me. Terrified because he was my dad, and well, I betrayed him.The Nesting was my home, it was where our pod lived. A vast spread of dark coral caves greeted us. At this time of night, it was sure all merfolks would be sleeping. Tucked away on their seaweed beds. Stopping at the largest cave of all, the King's quarters, Octoria left us to speak with another guard at the entrance of the cave. Crystal and the two other guards stayed put, waiting for more orders from their leader. Shelliot swiveled around to face me. "I should probably go inside first," she explained with sadness in her eyes. No doubt, my parents would not want to see me as their gu

Sixteen Years Later I hated this. My fingers tapped to the lazy rhythm of the clock. My mind elsewhere. Like how happy my friends would look when I showed them the gifts I bought for them. Or how nice it would be to be back home after a tiring summer spent at Cadet Camp. I slouched in my seat while my gaze slid across the desk to the Camp Coordinator. His lips moved in slow motions, the edges tilting ever so often. A feminine laugh sounded beside me. On my left, my mom leaned forward and the Coordinator's eyes followed her. To my right, my dad shuffled in his seat; blue eyes glanced at his wristwatch. A few papers were pushed towards my mom, but before she could pick them up, my dad snatched them from the desk. His gaze flashed over the papers, and he whipped out a pen from his shirt pocket. The papers were slam

Months crawled by, and I made sure to avoid Sophia and Alex. My room became a haven. Away from everyone where it was safe. I couldn't hurt anyone this way. At other times, I would go to the cave. After all, it was my secret place.  There, the man would visit me until I could visit him. He became my tutor. As it turned out, he was my late grandfather. I wasn't even sure how many greats were before grandfather. It was a bit odd, but my whole family was unusual. I had powers. What was not strange with that? The man and I became close enough, so instead of saying great grandfather, I called him Gramps. As it turned out, he was dead. It was laughable. I had gone insane. Sure, the dozens of psychiatric patients could testify of talking with dead people. Even though he was a lifesaver, I often asked why he was here. Every time he would give me the same answer: I needed help. My brain translated it as my powers were out of control, so he was here to preve

"However, the princess can't be in the ocean. The enemy seems to be using a powerful mermaid. She would be able to find her if she comes back to the sea," Queen Sung added. Her previous relaxed tone was now authoritative. Frustration seeped through my pores. Prince Marvelon would not like this. He treated his house as a shrine. They should imagine ordering an ill-tempered person that he had to host someone else in his house for God knows how long. The hardest part was, we were not even asking but telling him this needed to be done. And, if it was one thing I learned about the Prince, he didn't like to be told what to do. "Shelliot!" King Earland shouted. The fishes hurdled together. I jumped."You will keep her safe there. Under no circumstances is she allowed back in the ocean without our approval. Do I make myself clear?" he bellowed.I released a low breath. Bubbles danced before me. Marvelon was going

Damn guardian!It was as if the more she knew I hated something, the more she did it. I should be grateful. After all, she was there whenever I needed her. Unfortunately, I was ungrateful. I leaned on the nearest post, holding up the pier. Allowing the cool sea breeze to fill my lungs, I blew it out at the water before me. The water parted at my playfulness, reminding me of when Moses parted the Red Sea. When I was younger, Alex, Sophie, and I often dressed up and pretended we were Moses and the children of Israel. It was pretty cool to part the ocean. At least, that was what they thought. My little miracle was done three more times before a sparkle blinded my sight. I squinted my eyes and sheltered my face with the back of my hand. "You know, I saw that right?" a familiar voice purred.