I had everything when I was a teen and then it was taken from me. So when I fell in love in light of a major tragedy, I thought the world was finally going to take care of me. But it took that away too. Now, I'm stuck between the world I've made for myself and my son and the world I could have if I trust her again. But how can I trust her after what she did to me? How can I trust her family after what her father did to me and my son?

The world is finally fighting back. We've seen how the world seems to come together in a time of uncertainty. In fact, in the Old World, it's probably how they were able to stay alive but fear does unspeakable things. The Earth is finally fighting back, and the cities have been separated. In a time where the evolved world is at wat, the Elementals and the Celestials fight on two different sides of it. The Elementals are those who evolved and are able to manipulate and work with the four main elements. The Celestials are those who evolved from the powers of the main elements and are influenced by them. For these people, they have many questions. "When will this end?" and "Will I survive this?", but the most important... Which side are you on?

Ashlee has learned from the tragedy of her past that the best she can offer the world is her at her best. However, she has to figure out where her loyalties lie, and to whom they do when yet another tragedy shatters her new, happy, and complete life. Can she learn to figure out who she wants to be, or will she be too far gone to let go of her past before it swallows her whole, and she finally loses herself?

The sand crunched beneath my feet as I walked down the shore, the waves crashing against the shore. But even the loud noise of the ocean couldn't ever power the notes of Marina's song. You'd think it'd be the royal blue scales that warped her legs into a tail, maybe the pattern of scales that followed her stomach and breasts. It was her eyes. The powerful shade of grey reminded me of a storm. Something told me that the strength wasn't an illusion. I could hear the voice in the back of my mind that told me to run, my instincts telling me to listen, but her voice told me to stay. And I wanted to. As her song called for me, I took her hand and let her lead me farther out to sea. When the water reached just below my shoulders, she stopped singing. My heart ached for her to continue despite my head telling me to cover my ears. But as I met her face to face, I found myself uttering notes of my own. a soft breath feathering across their lips as her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened; "You don't need a song to get me to follow you."