Their destinies were sealed even before they were born. Though they were born in two different worlds and were completely unlike one another, they still would meet and aid each other. For, if they could overcome their differences and find love, they would destroy the Evil. But in order to deceive them both from their courses, the Evil tinkered with their souls and personalities. He caused the girl to love the night, and she would be dark like the house in which she was born. She would be introverted, independent, and a fiery pessimist. She would hold the Great Secret. The boy would love the day, and he would take on fair light's description. He would be extroverted loving people and animals. He was to be creative, calm, and an optimist. The Evil knew he was not even close to being completed with his work since he would not only deceive them before they were born but in life as well. However, the Valar knew what the Evil was doing. The Valar were watching him…very closely. So, at the hour of twilight in two different worlds, two cries pierced the night.

Sean Caspian O'Connor tucked his easel under his arm and walked toward the woods. His strides were long due to hi tall stature, and he reached his destination quickly. He tucked a strand of blowing light golden hair behind his ear and ensured his paintbrushes were packed in his sack. He went to the wood often to think, and this was a time to think. A certain girl named Liz had asked him to the Senior Prom. She was pretty in her own way, and Sean was attracted to her. She believed he was a replica of Nicolas Nickleby and had been in love with him since the third grade. And no wonder. Sean was tall with fair skin, fair golden hair that fell like thick silk just below his ears. He often wore white, which emphasized his stunning features and deep ocean blue eyes. Sean did not wish to hurt her feelings, but did not wish to raise her hopes either.

He glanced at his watch but then noticed the mark upon his wrist. It was there ever since he was born even though his mother assured him she did not have him tattooed. The mark was in the shape of a dragon, which seemed to uphold a ring, but it was incomplete. The ring was not full but in the shape of a crescent. There also seemed to be something inside of the crescent, but Sean could never make it out.

Sean reached his destination; a small hill overlooking a beautiful field of blossoming white daisies. The two tallest trees of the forest stood in the field. They seemed like two lofty white stems leading to a wide, rich green canopy of leaves. Sean imagined it would be the perfect tree to sleep in though no one could climb it without a rope. The tree bore no branches until it reached the leaves. This was the perfect place to paint. Sean set up his easel and paints and began to brush creating yet another masterpiece.

Meanwhile in another world….

Lira flipped her braid back angrily and slammed the door behind her. She knew her father would still come in soon and give her their daily 'lecture'. She went to the window and opened it letting in the fresh air so she could think. She quickly undressed throwing the silk gown to the floor. She changed into breeches and waist shirt and released her midnight hair from its braid. She and her father had been arguing for the past hour on whether or not she would go to the feast that night.

She finally heard the pound on the door.

"Alira open this door, now!" his voice boomed.

Lira ignored the voice pulling the rope from under her bed hoping she could escape out the window in time, but to no avail. Her father burst through the door and caught her holding the rope, which he instantly took from her delicate but strong hands.

"So this is how you keep escaping!" he held it up in rage.

It did not matter. She would escape another way. Alira turned her back, but her father quickly took her shoulders in his grasp firmly his dark eyes glaring.

"Alira! You shall accompany me to the feast tonight. And you will smile, and you will present yourself as pleasurable company."

"Then it will all be a lie," she removed his hands in anger. "I cannot think of anything more revolting than spending an evening feasting, drinking, and dancing in the Gondorian Hall. I do not even know how to dance. You only want me there to show off because I've reached 'that age'. You will show me off just as you did mother! Now she is not here, and you will-"

Alira's father quickly silenced her with a strike to her left cheek. She brought her fist to her cheek in an expression of shock and anger. He had struck her before, but the blows seemed to daily come now.

"Do not involve your mother in this. Carion will be there tonight, and I have a good mind to give your hand to him. Now ready yourself! A curse upon daughters and especially this one!" he slammed the door loudly and locked it behind him.

Lira pounded her fist on the door and then looked out the window. It was at least two stories high, and her father's room was directly below her own. She was now eighteen, and she had come of the proper age to make decisions for herself. Ten years she had remained in her father's house watching him waste away from the effects of drinking and gluttony. Her mother had died when she was eight, and her father had not borne the grief as he should have. He had always blamed her for the things which were happening to him, but now he sought to punish her.

Carion was a noble, but he was far too old for Lira. She had never enjoyed his company. He often talked of the most revolting things, and he often flirted with the other girls in the castle. Lira was unlike them.

She was tall, dark, and bore violet dark eyes surrounded by a silver ring of light. She was absolutely stunning with her fair skin and midnight hair, but the maids of Gondor were different. They were sandy colored skin due to the southern sun. They were shorter than she, plumper, and rosy cheeked with golden curls. They enjoyed dancing, feasting, and flirting with the young men of court. Lira did not believe there was such a court anymore. The days of the great kings were long over, and the new ones had rejected the old ways. They focused merely on their own selfish desires. It did not matter. Lira could not stop them, and she had no wish to try.

In order to explain the story further, let us take a journey back in time to the past….

Sean plunged into the cold water of the Sea and splashed around. His mother quickly followed him and gathered her little son in her arms laughing. He had grown up by the Sea and never dreamed of moving to a big city. He was happy with his beach home and always would be. He was also happy being with his mother. His father had left them when he was young and never returned. It did not create a scar on Sean's life however. He loved his mother dearly, and he had no complaints.

She had found him near the river when she was eight. She didn't even know why she had gone there that day. She knew how to swim very well, but Lira had been terrified of the water ever since her mother had drowned the previous year. Lira picked up the lone poor creature. Its fur was silver but now mussed, soiled, and turned to a muddy brown from its struggle during the storm the previous night. Lira knew the creature was a wolf, and her father would not approve. Yet, he was still a pup, and she needed to help the poor thing. Fortunately her father agreed to let her keep him until he was well. She often played with the silver wolf in the woods however.

She may have been good with wolves but not with horses. It seemed whenever they sensed her presence, they reared up as if she were a monster ready to attack them. She had tried in vain so many times to calm them down but through faulty attempts. Perhaps someday, she could learn truly how to ride a horse…

The sound of his cell phone ringing woke Sean up, and he vainly tried to put it under his pillow and go back to sleep but no success. Sean groggily took it out and pressed it to his ear.

"Hey Sean!" the familiar voice on the other line exclaimed. "What do you say to a day at Waterworld?"

"Matt," he flopped to his side looking at the watch on his nightstand. "It's seven am."

"Hey, it's a Saturday. We need to go early and beat the lines. I'll drive if you want to go."

Sean groaned a moment, but then answered, "I will be ready in twenty minutes."

"Great! See you then!"

Sean knew Liz was Matt's brother, and if she knew Sean were coming along, she would want to accompany them. If she did, he would have to give an answer to her offer.

Sean climbed out of bed lazily and dressed in his swim trunks placing a black top and khakis over himself. He combed his thick hair and walked down the stairs to grab some cereal, but saw his mom making pancakes.

"Where are you off to today?" she asked.

"Matt and I are going to Waterworld," he stuffed the delicious pancakes in his mouth.

"Just make sure you're home by nine."

"Yes, Mom," Sean replied in a completely non-sarcastic way and spread more maple syrup on the cakes.

Sean had been raised by his mother for ten years ever since his father left when he was eight. He turned out to be the perfect gentleman, though he easily took on the arrogant side at times. Normally, he was sweet, kind, and always handsome, which is why a number of girls were flocking to him. Yet, Sean never cared for any of them. He feared he was falling in love with a dream.

Sean heard a horn outside and quickly finished up his meal. Kissing his mothers cheek and grabbing his wallet, Sean hurried out the door to Matt's 2000 GT only to discover another passenger had come along. "She insisted," Matt shrugged. "And Mom made me bring her."

In the back of the car sat a blond haired blue eyed Liz in the back seat. Sean climbed into the passenger seat noticing the huge grin she gave him.

Much of the drive was spent in silence, and Sean was glad it only took ten minutes to reach Waterworld. Matt parked the car, and Sean pulled out his sunglasses. Liz finally worked up the courage to ask him a question. "Have you made your decision about Prom?" she asked as they walked toward the front entrance. "Not yet," answered Sean. "Are you waiting for some other girl to ask you or perhaps you're waiting to ask another girl?" she pressed rudely.

"I wouldn't do that," he replied truthfully. "I'm just thinking about it still."

"Well, alright," she said unenthusiastically.

"Let's just enjoy the day with your brother."

She corrected, "Stepbrother."

"Matt," he grinned arrogantly.

"Hey, you two coming?" Matt called a good distance ahead of them.

Sean quickened his pace glad to end the conversation with Liz. The trio entered the ticket office and then to the water park. He didn't realize how much time it had been since he was last here. The place had changed offering more rides and newer editions. There were now at least ten waterslides with new and different twists, a beach with a wave pool called The Breaker, and the lazy river was expanded. "Pretty neat eh Sean?" Matt glanced around.

"It's different," he answered.

The trio headed for the pool first to drop off their belongings and change. It seemed Liz had bought an expensive bikini to show off even though Sean wasn't too impressed. Matt left quickly making for the Twirling Terror a five thousand foot high waterslide a recent acquisition for Waterworld. Liz went over to the Dripper, which was more like a self activity not a slide where a person tried to make it from one end of the pool to the other without swimming but crossing a series of devices. You would have to move fast, however to avoid being caught by the Dripper, which plopped you right back into the pool.

Sean decided to check out the wave pool called the Breaker, and see how crowded it was. He wanted to get used to the water first before attempting any of the larger rides like the Twirling Terror or the Surging Shock another waterslide, which took you down at a 90 degree angle and then shot you into a pool. He couldn't count the times people lost their suits on that one. The Adrenaline rush was interesting as well as people's ambition of racing toward it. Sean had his share of adrenaline rush though he preferred to rock climb or sky dive. One of the most popular slides there for the Adrenaline rush was the Waterfall one of the tallest free fall slides in the world where a person was plummeted vertically for a hundred feet in just seconds.

Sean reached the Wave Pool and was glad it wasn't very full. The waves once set off reached heights of fifteen feet, and the depth of the pool was nine feet. Sean loved to swim into the deep end, and when the wave came crashing down, he would quickly slip under the water and let the motion take him back. He saw people already in the deep end waiting for the wave to come so they could be floated on their tubes back to the beginning. Sean preferred to stay in the deep end and brave the waves.

Sean was a good swimmer and reached the end of the 30,000 square feet pool in a minute despite the people blocking him. Just as he reached the end, he heard the metal banging sound of the waves beginning to form. Sean observed the fifteen-foot wall of water approaching him for a moment and ducked quickly under the water. The motion took him back just as he thought, but suddenly he noticed something or rather someone. Another person was under the water. Their eyes met in the clear blue liquid, and he was instantly captivated by them; violet surrounded by a silver ring of light. She did not have tan skin like most girls. Hers was fair, and her hair was dark streaked with silver. Sean could hold his breath no longer and came up for air. When he ducked under the water again to find the girl, she was gone….