AVALON
"Where's the princess?" A male voice bellowed, tone deeper and filled with a comforting familiarity that I hadn't heard in a long time. I batted my eyes, willing away the fugue created by my tears.
Why am I crying? Is what I'd like to know. And why is that voice too familiar it hits deeply to my soul?
"I don't see how that's my problem. And she's my daughter, not a f*****g princess. Stop spoiling her Marcel, you and Ace are going to make her rotten and unbearable to live with." I winced, finally noticing the bright light hanging from the ceiling and glaring right into my eyes. I stared back and for some reason it didn't hurt, not one bit.
That's completely strange, and unusual, light hurts the retinas right? Shaking my head, I realized that I was imbedded in water, my lower h
