My name is Douglas, and I live on an island between Britain and France. I am 18 years old, and the Original Monarchy has been dead for 9 years. I know this because my father was on that boat, and he's a Royal Advisor to the New Monarchy. My favorite activity to do is sailing, and that's what I was doing one day.
The currents were high, and I went out very far ... too far, in fact. The bottom of my boat suddenly broke open, and I saw an island, so I jumped into the water and swam toward, my boat falling apart behind me.
I made it, but I felt like something wasn't right. I looked around, and saw a handmade spear sticking out of a bush, pointing at me. It was a great spear, a long wooden pole (probably from a great ship that sunk) with a sharp rock at the end, tied together with vines.
As I took one step toward the spear, because I would need it to get food, a voice said, "Get off my island."
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The Girl with No Name
FantasyFirst, she was a beloved princess. Next, she was abandoned on an island, and no one remembered her name. 9 years later, she will have the chance to escape.
