In a panic, I pushed myself away from the figure making me tumble to the ground. Oh, Poseidon! This is definitely humiliating. I wonder how Mother will react when she sees me so unprincess-like.
"Ha! That's what you get, you motherfu-"A clearing of throat emanated in front of me, cutting Jaidin off as he laughed maniacally. We both turned our gazes to the source of the voice, smiling cheekily at the sight of King Ben and Mal standing above me in alarm before they both glared at the snickering Jaidin for his word.
"Are you okay, Erina?" Ben asked me, ever the gentleman he is, before assisting me stand up.
"Yes," I nodded my head, straightening my pink floral dress of any wrinkle before looking at them in confusion, ignoring Jaidin's childish talks behind me.
"I thought we were supposed to be welcoming the children from the Isle, Ben" I started slowly in confusion, my eyes passing between him and Mal while Jaidin finally stopped talking and listen to the conversation, his face scrunched up questioningly.
"Yes, we were supposed to meet them at 7 in the morning. Given that you are both thirty minutes late, we decided to give them the tour ourselves" Mal interjected, shooting both of us a pointed look which we only replied with a sheepish smile. I scratched my neck nervously while Jaidin walked to stand closer to me, I can feel his arm snaking around my waist before he pulled me closer to his chest, presenting the most perfect couple of Auradon.
Remembering the unfamiliar figure who practically saved me from my demise, my eyes search behind them to thank the person but all I saw was a girl, probably twelve years old, looking at me mischievously with a set of crystal-like eyes. Almost the same as him.
A multitude of emotions rage through my veins, and I can feel my eyes flash as I heaved deeply. Hands clenched beside me while I tried to calm myself down. Breathing deeply, I massaged my forehead, slumping my body to Jaidin's chest.
"Are you alright, Erina?" Ben asked me, his eyes manoeuvring around my form before settling in my eyes. Waving my hand, I chuckle nervously. "I'm fine. Haha, I just didn't have any sleep, I guess"
Biting his lip, he nodded, leaving me alone. Though from the look of their eyes, I knew that they didn't believe me. Smiling tightly, I cleared my throat and speak in a cheerful tone. "So, what's her name?"
The girl raised her eyebrows at me, only shooting me a smirk but when she turned her gaze towards Jaidin, I was surprised when she sends him a seductive smile making him shuffle at his feet awkwardly. I choke in a chuckle before yelping in pain when Jaidin pinch my side hard. I turned to glare at him while he send me a cheeky grin, winking before glancing back at the couple in front of us.
"This is- Hey! Where is he?" Mal's voice asked frantically, her eyes scanning the hallway in panic. I can see the distress glinting in her eyes as she searched for the mystery person while Ben consoled her to no avail. My eyes stared at the unknown girl behind them who was smirking knowingly. There was something with this girl which I couldn't pinpoint making me crazy. He reminded me so much of him. I opened my mouth to speak when light thundering, lazy footsteps were heard from the darkened hallway beside us. All of us looked at the shadow in anticipation, when suddenly a familiar chuckle resounded in the entire hallway completely freezing me on the spot. My eyes widened as a series of emotions ignited from inside me. Joy. Love. Betrayal. Anger. Pain.
It all seemed to consume me as the figure slowly came to light. The hauntingly crystallised eyes continued to haunt me in my dreams. The red leather jacket swing with every step. The familiar hook glinting into the light. He's here.
Holy seahorse, he's really here.
Mal released a sigh of relief while my heart was slowly entangling itself with its vein among the enormous waves of erratic beating.

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