I got to the gates of Atlantis. The guards recognized me and the gates opened. I swam all the way to the palace.

"Tazmin, where have you been? You missed the concert and then you stay out past curfew? You have a lot of explaining to do to your father." My mother. Correction: my step-mother. My mother died when I was about nine. My dad remarried when I was twelve. Now I was around seventeen.

My step-mother was alright, but I would rather have my old mother. My step mother was like a model, but she spent too much time on her looks. She didn't really care about what we girls thought. But she did like my dad. That you could tell. "Sorry ma'm. I lost track of time."

She had a laugh that sounded like a bell. "Just call me Donna, or Mom, but you don't need to say ma'm." I nodded but didn't say anything.

She took me to the throne room where my dad was sitting. He was tall and muscular. He had a small crown on his head and his trident in his hand. He had brown hair and a small brown goatee. He has a smile that just lights up the room.

But today he wasn't smiling.

"Tazmin, you better have a good explanation for this disappearance. You miss your sister's concert then stay out after curfew. You should know your priorities--"

I interrupted and rolled my eyes. "My priorities as a princess and I should have known better, and blah, blah, blah, and I'm not a commoner's daughter and I have other things to do. Dad, I just want to have fun. You know I don't like singing. I never even signed up for the concert. As for the curfew, I lost track of time. It won't happen again." My dad pondered this new information.

"Donna, what do you think?" My dad turned to my mom.

"Well, she is telling the truth when she says she didn't sign up for the concert. And if she doesn't miss curfew again, I think at least grounded for a two days." My dad nodded.

"Alright, two days of grounding." He thunked the bottom of his trident on the floor twice and I swam out.

Once in my room, I pulled of my top and I put some cream on. Suppose to keep salt from getting in my skin. I pulled on a snug, perfect fitting night shirt. I pulled back the covers and slipped in.

I hoped I would dream about my new friends. But, when I was born, my dad gave me a special gift. When I dream, I dream about my future. I wasn't sure what I saw. I saw something black and evil. I also saw a kind face. It was a boy. Not a merman but a human. He was about as tall as Cleo, and had blond floppy hair that made a circle around his head. The weird thing was, I saw him and myself.

He was kissing me.