The Leviathan flew by the bird. On it sat a girl. Her name was Samantha, but you had to call her Sam. She had powers, but they were bigger than most would think. She was a tomboy, refused to wear skirts, and had hair as short as a boys. The Leviathan was where they sent her. She didn't know why. All she knew was that she was going to change the course of this war. She was a legendary time traveller. And this was what she was raised for. Little did she know that her mission would not only change lives and the war, it would also change her. This is her story. Her life.
They picked her up, just as they said they would. A boy, presumably fifteen, was assigned to walk her to her chambers. He had sandy blond hair, and his eyes were as blue as the sky. He had fine features, and was totally out going. They strolled down the corridors. The boy clicked his heels "Midshipman Dylan Sharp, at your service." Sam smiled " And Sam at yours. Call me Samantha once, and your face will meet my fist." Dylan grinned, and exclaimed "Wasn't planning on it, but thanks for the advice." The boy was dawdling, as if something was on his mind. "Why are you dawdling?" she blurted. His cheeks went red, and he sheepishly responded "Just my head in the clouds, ms…?" "Sam! No ms, or any of that nonsense!" Dylan smiled, and added "If that is the case, call me Dylan."
She sat down on her bed, and described the days events to her journal. This mission would be much more fun than she had presumed.
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