A Tale as Old as Time

by LalaLisa23

Ariel never told anyone about the secret council. When she broke the rules, everything changed, including her whole world. Now in another life, Elena Williams knows there is something different about her. It will take secrets left behind by her mother and a mysterious boy to uncover the truth of who she is and the memories of her lost kingdom. *More Detailed Summary inside* EDITED!

1. Chapter 1

A Tale as Old as Time

A/N: THIS IS NOT SOME STORY ABOUT A RANDOM MERMAID THAT I JUST THREW INTO THE LITTLE MERMAID SECTION, since I know people do that. This IS about the Little Mermaid, it just might not seem like it at first.

Here is a more detailed summary: Ariel never told anyone about her secret duty and the mysterious council that she was a part of. That all changes, along with the rest of her world when she breaks the ultimate rule, resulting in the destruction of everything she knows. In another life, Elena is a 16 year old sophomore who is trying desperately to cope with the loss of her mother who passed away six months ago under mysterious circumstances. That all changes when she meets Eric Bell, the cute and somehow vaguely familiar new senior who shows more than average interest in her and Elena's worries begin to fade with each day. But when she finds a mysterious locket encrypted with a secret message left behind by her mother, she begins to learn the truth about who she is and her lost past, not to mention how her mother and her newly found love fit into it all, and just how truly earth-shattering true love can be.

"I don't know if you know who you are, until you lose who you are."

-Taylor Swift

Prologue

My memories are like a kaleidoscope of colors. They keep turning and turning until I can't remember who I was before this all started. And even though I can feel the real me, it's covered in layers and layers of lies and deceit. Even if I could turn away from it all right now, I would never be the same girl I was before.

The funny thing is, a year ago I would have pined for all of this, longing to be the hero for once in my life. Maybe everything would be okay if I could still feel his warm energy coursing through my veins like a wildfire.

It's silly to think that way, especially since he's gone, since they are all gone, but I try to remember the happy things. As I stand in the middle of the ballroom with only small torches to light the shadows, I remember those things.

I hold onto the memory of his eyes and the one fact I know to be true as the shadows draw closer and a single pair of menacing black eyes pierce me.

Our love is constant; and then I lunge for its throat.