• “Aqua! Honey!” someone shouted from behind me. I sucked the floating fish in front of my up my sleeve, but I was relieved when I saw it was Egan so I let them go back into their bubbles, popping them up and down with the palm of my hand. “Hey!” I smiled and waved, walking towards him. “You must have seen it-I’ve only just-come from-come with me!” he panted. “Okay?” I asked quietly, but followed him anyway. “Okay Egan, what’s going o-OH MY GOD!” I gasped. The castle had been destroyed, everything was in ruins. “No, no. No, this can’t be happening,” I said running up the burnt steps. “Aqua wait!” Egan yelled after me, but I ignored him. All I could think of was what had happened to my kingdom, to our kingdom. What had become of my fairies, my dragon, but equally important my library. I sprinted through the enormous castle doors and ran into the entrance hall. I gasped. Tiles were uprooted, the tapestry on the wall was ripped and the sculpting on the ceiling had been messed up. I let out a weak cry before stifling a tear and running to my library.
    I slid easily into my library and a single, yet silent tear ran down my face. Books lay askew on the floor, pages ripped from them. The soft carpeting was seared and everything was broken, burnt, or ripped. “No,” I breathed. Books were my way of getting away. Books held the future and the past, the helped me make decisions for the better of my kingdom and helped me through the tough times. But that was all gone, all gone, forever.
    “Aqua!” I heard Egan yell from the hall. I tried to say in here, but my throat couldn’t erupt any words from my mouth, I was speechless. “Aqua, dear, are you all right?” he asked me. I shook my head. He grabbed my hand and led me from the diminished library. “It’s okay you know, we’ll be fine, I promise.” He cooed, hugging me. “No it’s not!” I sobbed. “My library’s gone and-“ I stopped. I wiped my eyes, I hadn’t even thought about our bedroom. “No,” I whispered. I pulled my dress up from around my heels to allow me to go faster. “Aqua, wait!” he yelled. I ignored him once more and ran up all of the stairs to our bedroom.
    The sheets were torn of the bed, the comforter burnt and strewn aside, and the windows were smashed. “How could this have happened?!” I screeched, firing up. Egan came up the stairs panting and grabbing my hand once more. “You know, for a water girl, you have a hot head.” he said. “SHUT UP!” I screamed. “I’m sorry dear, I just-can’t believe this,” I breathed. “You’re fine,” he said. “We’ll have it rebuilt, we’ll find them,” he promised. “No, you don’t get it!” I said exasperated, throwing my hands up in the air. “This island has always been our home, this castle. I want it to be the same,” I said, looking over the horizon. “It will be,” he assured. “No it won’t! No two things are the exact same and I don’t want anything different, anything.” I argued promptly. He pulled me into a soft hug and said nothing more.