The young god didn’t think for long, deciding to go visit Sol. He was still angry at Uranus, but he was right, so he decided to trust Uranus and talk to Sol when the day came. Not wanting to waste his time doing nothing, he took the book in his hand and decided to try and learn as much about Clare as he could.

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In the middle of the sky there stood a lone god, on a cloud. It was Uranus looking at the sunrise in the distance. His hair started to change, and the previous black hair started to turn into the colors of the sunrise at the right side of his head. As he continued to watch he noticed a figure appearing next to him.

“Hey Sis, how can I help you?” He asked with a smile on his face. Luna looked at her younger brother with concern on her face. “You know I don’t like it when my siblings lie to me.” Her voice sounded soft, even as she scolded Uranus.

The god in question looked at his sister, one eyebrow raised. “Whatever do you mean?” He tried to sound innocent, but Luna saw right through him. “It's quite alright to show concern for the youngest, you know.” Her gaze wandered over to the sunrise. “But you needn't worry. To be honest I’m relieved that he acts like that again.” Hearing that Uranus looked at his sister questionaly. “Again?” he asked.

“Oh yes, don’t you remember how he was when he first came into this world. I was really worried seeing him so lethargic and easily provoked. Not too long ago he would have instantly tried to pull you into the depths of the sea after calling him a, what was it again?” Luna put her index finger on her lips, pretending to think.

Uranus winched hearing his sister. Not only because she was right about the pulling him into the depths thing, but also because he knew that Luna didn’t like it, if her siblings started calling each other names. “I said he was a hairy fish. Sol would have found it funny.”

Luna sighed. “Yes he would, and it worries me a bit that you take so much after him.” shaking her head, she continued. “You will have to apologize to him, understand?” Seeing him nod, Luna began to smile. “How is it going with Gaia?”

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Hearing his sister's name he began to fidget. “No.” he said, letting his head hang. “She is still angry at me and tries to punch me everytime I go near her.” Hearing that, Luna shook her head. “All three of you still have a long way to go.”

She looked at Uranus again. “You really hurt her feelings back then, so much so that she didn’t even take her head off when she spoke to me or Sol.” Luna's eyes narrowed a bit. “I sincerely hope you are aware of your mistakes on that day.”

“I am.” satisfied with the answer, Luna turned back to the sunrise.

“It’s time for me to go. Farewell Uranus.”

“Bye Sis.” he said, still sad at the conversation from before.

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The death of her mother hit Clare hard, how could it not she was just seven after all. Still she didn’t give up on her dream, she promised her mother a souvenir from that sunken city after all, and she was hell bent on keeping it.

Thinking back on that day made Clare tear up, but the determined look she had on her face never wavered. Taking a deep breath she strapped into her sailing boat. She stood at the same beach that she and her parents liked so much, the same one she spent her happiest day on.

Looking alongside the beach her gaze fell on to stones that stood out in the middle of the beach. “Goodbye mom, dad. I hope you will like the souvenirs I will bring back with me.”

After saying her goodbyes she took off.

Her plan was simply going from island to island and gathering information on where the city could be, then after gathering all the necessary information, she would go to the most likely places and look for the city.

She knew of course that it could be that easy, she asked everyone on her home island if they knew anything about the sunken city, but most of them either told her no, or the same story her father told her.

But she didn’t let that get her down, because she also had a plan on how to gather the necessary information. Clare would just have to find the person who spread this story or the one the story was about, and she had a pretty good idea who one of them was.

She was determined to find him, the one who lived in the place where her dreams layed.

“Let's go to the place beyond the horizon.”