𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 hello beautiful wattpadian people • ˚ ✦
im sorry for dissappearing and not updating this book as I was really sick and had writers block BUT _artxlra got me out of it and gave me some ideas to this chapter and for the rest of this book! please do follow and support her, she's such a sweet soul 💓 also i went and watched bp2 again cause I wanted to see talokan again :) ALSO THANKS FOR 8K+ VIEWS?! I NEVER EXPECTED THIS BOOK TO EVEN GET RECOGNIZED, SO TYSM! okay bye bye , I hope this chapter is okay , take care <3
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"THIS PLACE IT'S BEAUTIFUL" Alora whispered to herself, eyes taking in the cave she was in. It's been a day since she was taken to this mysterious place, her ankle already fine from whatever treatment the healers have used.
Harucan had been around her the whole time, bringing up random things to her and showing her them.
She also met the healer that treated her ankle, her name was Akna. Akna was gentle and kind with her, making her feel much more at ease with being in this mysterious place yet she was still riddled in fear for her life.
The only source of happiness she did get was the little visits Huracan would give her through out the day, a guard chasing behind him as he reaches towards Alora and rung his arms around her tightly.
He became even more clingy to the woman that saved his life, he wanted to return the favor of her helping him by making her time spent in the cave a bit more interesting so he brought random things he found around the cave and in depths of Talokan to her.
Her ankle felt much better, allowing her to walk slowly again which caused Huracan to pull her by the wrist to show her around the cave properly.
The place was indeed beautiful—magical. The blue lights hanging from above , the water that escaped from the cracks gently falling from above.
Huracan points towards a small hut, the roof made out of straw and the walls made of clay. Around the place was weeds that grew from the cracks on the ground— the small hut was surrounded by what looks like objects from the surface world— a scuba diver helmet, a recorder, a fisherman's boot..?
She suppressed a laugh as she thought about the little mermaid— how Ariel would collect anything that was found from the surface world in the ocean.
Huracan tugged at her hand towards the dimly lit hut— wanting to take her inside of it, she was hesitant, scared that she left the place she was at and it would cause the Talokan King to be upset with her intruding.
"Come!" Huracan insisted, she took a thick gulp and allowed the boy to drag her to the hut, they were about to enter until a hand sudden grasped her unoccupied hand sending a fast chill of fear to spiral down her spine, goosebumps irrupting and covering her skin as she goes pale.
