Daphne pov
I wake up early one morning and watch the rain fall from my window. I think about what my mother would be doing right now. I sigh heavily and get my clothes on.
"It is still true." I whisper to myself.
It is still true that my mother had to leave me in the hospital after my surgery. It is still true that my step father did this to me. It is still true that I am only 6 years of age when all of this is happening to me. I go downstairs to have breakfast and go on with my normal schedule. Sit at the window and watch my life pass me by while I'm still at this rotten place of home called an orphanage. I finish my apple and glass of water and go to my spot at the window. After about 20 minutes of watching the rain fall I hear a scream from Madam Helga. She is a middle age woman with black hair and has green and red mixed eyes there go perfectly with her personality. A bitter woman who only works here because she gets paid and hits me all the time.
"Brats get down here right this instant!" She screams with her horrid voice.
I get downstairs with the rest of the girls to see her holding a letter with the Atlantean seal on the back.
"I have received a letter from the king of Atlantis saying and I quote,
To whom this may concern:
The king of Atlantis had made a tragic discovery with his wife and our beautiful queen, Mera. She is unable to bear a son or daughter to take over when Arthur or Mera have passed. Furthermore, the king of Atlantis himself will becoming to your orphanage to select a daughter to permanently stay at the palace for as long as she chooses. King Arthur will be at your orphanage at exactly noon. Please look your best. Thank you for your cooperation.
From, King Arthur and Queen Mera." She reads with a rare smile on her face.
The other girls cheer with excitement of the thought of going home with a king and queen. I, on the other hand did not care if he did pick me. I do not trust men the same after what happened to me. While the others talk about what dress they will wear I sneak upstairs and look out the window again. I could honestly careless if he did pick me. I hope he doesn't. The scream of my mother, the blood on the sheets, and the evil grin of horrible and evil man's face. For the rest of the day until dinner I lie in bed think about the life I had. The family I had. I rethink about what I said earlier about not wanting a family again. Part of me hopes that King Arthur does not pick me as his daughter. The other half wants a new life. A new chance to have a family. I shut my eyes slipping asleep thinking about what it would be like to have a family again. I clutch to my mother amulet and think of what she would want for me. I honestly think that she would want me to have a family. I just do not know anymore.