So here it is; part two! YAY.

Seth: I hate this story…

Crystal: I hate your face.

Me: behave you two or I'll disown you. Because, unlike everything else, I own you body mind, and soul.

Seth: lucky us…

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Clouds hung low in the sky and rain fell in heavy sheets over the beach.

Have I mentioned I don't like the rain? It makes my hair wet and my clothes sticky. So does syrup, but syrup tastes good…

I was stuck on this forsaken spit of land with a hyperactive little girl who looked like she was about to die of joy.

I hate beaches.

The next thing I knew, I was standing in ankle deep water and Diana was dragging me farther.

Panicking as I came to my senses, I broke free from her grasp and tried to scramble back to dry land.

The key word here is 'tried'.

A wave crashed into me, knocking me over. I tried to stand, but the ground refused to stay stable. The sand around my hands and feet gave way as I crawled away, and the water dragged me farther into its depths.

I, of course, did not go quietly. I kicked and screamed as water crashed over my head. I was convinced I would die.

Then, suddenly, I was left sitting in a shallow pool of water. I scrambled back to 'dry' land and huddled beside a sand dune. I rocked slowly, muttering darkly about the evil water that churned innocently. At the moment I hated the brown- haired girl that tried to get me killed.

The rain plastered my bangs to my face; through a curtain of black, the water seemed less ominous.

Sighing, I flopped back onto the wet sand and did my best to ignore my surroundings.

-(a few hours later)—

I awoke suddenly, yelling at Diana to stop shaking me. Pouting, she sat on my stomach, water dripping from her long hair.

I glared up at her, "What do you want?" I snarled.

"I wanted to tell you about this fish I found but you were asleep so I tried to wake you up 'cuz it was a nice fish and then you woke up and were mad at me so I didn't want to tell you anymore but I just told you so I guess that didn't work out the way I'd planned so now you know all about what I was going to say so there you go," she said in one breath

I blinked, "Don't you have to breathe?"

She smiled, "Nope! Now will you play with me?"

"No."

She sat heavily on my stomach, "I'm not moving 'till you say yes."

-(a few minutes of fruitless struggling later)—

I admitted defeat, trudging behind the delighted girl.

"You be the prince and I'll be the princess-"

With a sour expression on my face I zoned out the off-key singing, which wasn't too hard; the water looked ready to finish what it had started.

The evil demon spawn grabbed my arm and dragged me over saying, "You stay here Seth and pretend to be Prince Eric. I'm going on that rock over there to sing." She skipped away humming so loudly the seagulls swerved away.

I shuddered, fighting my old nature of not disobeying a direct order. Old habits die hard and all that. All that included hours of torture and pain for disobedience.

An idea popped into my head and I silently thanked Zexion for shoving countless books down my throat. Hoping I would not be missed, I opened a portal and cast one last look at the evil child twirling down the shore.

I needed to borrow a crossbow.

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Seth: the next chapter's the fun one.

Me: reviews are welcome, flames will be used to cook kitties, and bunnies rule the world.

Crystal: Amen.