Inspired by: Willow by Jasmine Thompson, My Father Told Me by Jason De'rae
Credit to: Jade/MusicSpy18, Lillian/WinterFairy70, Sally/LivelyFire22, Lucy/AgentClue77, Cara/MoonlightSunrise37, Starflight/OpalLynx266, and stories like this! (if any credit is missing, tell me, and I will put it in)
Chapter One: Boarding the Backstory
Everything means something. Tattoos are promises of soulmates on your collarbone and eye colors define you. That is common knowledge. What isn’t common knowledge is what happens when you come of age. Horrible beasts, monsters of all kinds, appear. They taunt, attack, and know you wholly. Of course they do. They are the living manifestations of all your fears. Your inner demons have come to life. Now can we defeat them before our whole word becomes apocalyptic?
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“Lia!” I hear my younger brother, Jordan, hollers to me. I turn on my aqua blue surfboard to see him pointing behind me, out towards the ocean, and shouting, “A wave, catch the wave!” I whip my board around and start paddling, not doubting him for a moment. I feel the warm ocean currents drag me into the wave, the foam dotting my soaked hair and wetsuit.
Adrenaline rushes through me and I stand up on my board, giddy with excitement. I ride the wave to shore and look up at the looming storm. “Nice ride?” Jordan inquires, a sly grin on his face. “You bet. Thanks, Danny.” I smile and rub his head. “We should get going, don’t want to get caught in the storm.” He nods and heads to the dark blue Jeep. I shove my surfboard into the back and swing into the driver’s seat.
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“Hey, Mom, we’re home!” Jordan calls out as I shut the door behind us. Thunder rumbles from outside. We left the beach just in time, before the storm struck, that is. “Did you have fun?” Mom asks from the kitchen. “Definitely. You should have seen some of Lia’s tricks!” he gushes, going to his room to change. “You weren’t too shabby yourself, Danny,” I compliment in return. “Mm. I’m sure,” Mom says warmly, “Now go shower and change. Remember, Lia, Sebastian is picking you up later.” “I remember,” I reply, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles and goes back to making dinner for her and Jordan.
After showering, I changed into a white tank-top and knee-length skirt with sand-colored sandals and belt. I grab the necklace that Sebastian gave me with a blue opal on it. Sebastian was a guitarist that was my boyfriend/soulmate. I know he’s my soulmate because we are all born with tattoos that define our soulmate. And they turn pink when we meet them. Both of our tattoos turned pink when we met.
I walk out of my room as I clasp my necklace together around my neck. “You look beautiful,” Mom glows and I smile shyly. The doorbell rings and I race towards the door. I straighten my skirt and open the door. Sebastian is at the door, his green eyes twinkling. “Wow,” he says, eyes widening, “You-you look great.” I blush. “Thanks, Sammy.” He clears his throat and give me a rose. “For you.” I gently take the beautiful flower and breathe it in. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” “Only the best for my girl. Goodbye, Mrs. Hadenson. I’ll make sure to have her back by eleven!” he tells my mother. She smiles and nods in return and we head to his car.
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My name is Ophelia. Ophelia Selene Hadenson. I live with my younger brother, Jordan Matthew Hadenson, along with our mother, Nassandra Hadenson. My soulmate’s tattoo is of a music note. That’s Sebastian, you heard of him earlier. He’s going to be in this story, too, along with a lot of other people. The story where we end our fears’ hold over us.
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