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Merliah  Tiger-Lily Summers was not ordinary by any sort of means or standard. Which is something that she's always hated, seethed, and resented up tell now. Merliah always tried for so damn long to be normal or as close as she could to begin normal. To be everything, but a total freak show. She was a good girl, with great grades, and had been a super star in surfing. But, it is truly impossible for someone like her to normal and true to themselves. She hadn't been true to herself in tell the moment her hair got those freaking pink streaks wile she was surfing. Merliah is half mermaid and half human and the bloody princess of the oceans for god sake. There definitely is no way for someone like her to be remotely normal; which is why she didn't want to accept begging a mermaid at first. She wanted to cling on to that image of Merliah Summers, the painfully normal human. Everyone including herself knew that version of her wasn't quite right. It was too much, too quickly for Merliah. And, it didn't help that the whole fragile fate of the whole ocean was forcibly thrusted on to her shoulders. The, there was fact that the mother she never knew, certainty thought was dead or had carelessly abandoned her, was more then alive and trapped by her super evil aunt. The same aunt she had to save the ocean from. It would be an understatement to say that it was simply complex and really painfully turn of events for Merliah.... but it was her fate. Was her destiny.

Yet, Merliah is somehow nowhere near normal for either spices; she would be considered a freak by human standards, and to mermaid standards. She is the only human mermaid naturally born. This is this rather rare phenomenon that allows humans, mostly girls, to become mermaids and merman. But, even those are super rare and Merliah has yet to meet anyone who is one. It's admittedly lonely sometimes. She the future queen of a big buzzing kingdom that sits just beneath gorgeous turquoise weaves, and somehow it doesn't feel right. Doesn't feel right to pick one beautiful kingdom over the other. She still has many years till she even has to think about taking the throne, but this plaguing loneliness is as current as the weaves she lives under. And, Merliah is certain that this deep rooted loneliness isn't planning on leaving anytime soon. It's heartbreaking to her because she really does love her kingdom, when she gained to ability to make Merillia she finally accepted begging a mermaid, but this loneliness and feelings of begging an outcast hurts. Hurts far more then she'll ever care to admit to anyone or even herself. She is good mermaid princess, but she also human at the end of the day. And, humans experience things differently.

That's why Merliah leaves her mother's castle without saying anything. It's why she choose to run away from this darkness that seems to always be in wait for her. She has a mission. The mission to needs to find people that are just like her. People who are beautiful freaks by nature's design. She need to find her purpose in her life. Need to find the reason why she was bond between humans and mermaid world. Merliah had learned of one of those super rare caverns. The caverns where that those special phenomenon happened; it was located it Gold Coast, Australia. This was the very place where everything was going to chance quite drastically and for the better of everyone and everything.

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HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON has been fighting with everything within herself to just merely survive for far too long. Over Hope's long painful fight she has had had many things stolen from her; small simple things like family game nights, the rather annoying family dinners, prom, sweet sixteens, and whatever a simple normal teenage girl had the great pleasure of worrying about weren't even things that were remotely on her radar. Hope never really got the chance to just have to worry about if she got straight As, perfect attendance, her drivers license, if she got the perfect dress for some stupid school dance that her best friend Lizzie would no doubtably take way too serious, or if she managed to get the perfect fairytale like relationship with people who she considered to be her prefect soulmates. No, destiny had much darker plans in mind for the Mikaelson tribrid. Hope always had to fight tooth and nail with a tragic fate. Had to fight with this fate just so it would allow her to merely exist in this world.

But, with her painful existence, came all of the Grimm Reaper. It was like he just followed her around like one of those darkening rainclouds; death had got it grimy little hands on almost every member of her family, all besides Hope's two aunts. Two aunts who no longer remember that Hope Mikaelson, daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hope Marshall had ever even existed. This was due to the quite cruel price Hopes had to pay. A sinister price that was made in order to secure the safety of both of her beautiful soulmates, and all of her friends. The price for the said safety was essentially her own existence. Protect all of theirs for her own; it sadly seemed to painfully obvious what she had to do. Hope had no other choice them to jump into the deep pits of the terrifying horrors of the great unknown, in order to prevent even more chaos and death from spilling out.

     From day one, everything in the pit was so utterly stagnant. Everything was just inactive. Just there. And, there was nothing there. It was just big pit of pure darkness and loneliness.  The air had this stiffness and unusual coldness to it. It was also filled with mass amount of uneasiness; there was no real way to start to even describe or explain it. It just felt so incredibly wrong in almost every sense imaginable. It seemed as the whole world was long past the brim, and has long been spilling out all of it's unusual dead silences. Silence that would let you be able to hear a pin drop across three football fields. It was just cold and so ever silent; the silence was by far the worst part of her imprisonment. She could bare torture by losing her sight to darkness, but Hope couldn't even begin to bare all of the silence. She was just so used to all of the constant noise; noises like Lizzie casting some spell, Josie's loud lively laughs as she rambled on about the newest thing that Landon had did, Rafael talking about his newest werewolf problem or even the sounds of Alaric's scoldings.

     It seemed like the pit was void of any sort of life; which as incredibly wrong given all the stories about Malivore eating all sorts of people and supernatural begins. Long last, Hope Mikaelson was all alone in her newly found world. She officially had no one. No grandparents, no parents in general, no soulmates, and definitely no friends. She had no one. Hope was living her worst fear, if said fears were on crack. She was in the creepy isolation of darkness and all seemed too hopeless for her as the minutes rolled by, they turned into hours, and eventually they turned into days, weeks even, and then it got to the point that weeks were turning into mouths. Multiple mouths of hell. Mouths of her suffering though pure agonizing loneliness. Mouths of her just longing to have one or preferably both of her soulmates holding her. But, unfortunately, she never got it. She just got a lot of darkness and loneliness.

       Then, all too suddenly, out of complete nowhere, Hope's cruel world just implode with a vast world wind of sounds, light, and life; everything was very overwhelming, and it was like the whole world's crimping weight came crashing down on to her very petite body. Without any kind of warning, the light of dawn pierced into her sensitive dark hazel colored eyes causing her to squint her eyes, and then hiss in pain. She clenched her jaw tightly as a weave of pain shook violently throughout her entire body. She honestly didn't know what the name of  hell was going on. One mere second she's laying on the ground and starring up into the darkness, and then the next minute, she getting spit out like some kind of utterly disgusting food. She fell out of the vail between worlds. Between the complex, yet very fragile ailment of realms...