"This is the story of how I died," narrated PaperBoy to the reader. "Don't worry, this is actually a very fun story. And the truth is, it isn't even mine. This is the story of a girl named Sara Zoe Osheena and it starts with the sun."

Now, once upon a time, a single drop of music fell from the heavens. And from this small drop of song, grew a magic, clear, ocean. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured. Oh, you read those mermaids down this page? You might want to remember her. She's kind of important. Well, centuries passed and a hop skip and a boat ride away there grew a city. The city was ruled by a beloved Major and government. And the Major's daughter, well she was the love of the town, and she went missing, really, missing.

It was on a beautiful day when Sara Jane Osheena walked across the sunny beach. After weeks of working the spotlight of attention with her charm, she and her father had a day to themselves in the sandy waves. Not even Felix Hapimone was there to distract her into lengthy fits of unnecessary teasing. The bright orange sun reflected perfectly off her bright orange hair and the deep crystal waters sparkled with her own beautiful blue eyes. Today, she wore a blue shirt and light blue pants. It was natural after all for her to always be endowed in the bluest attire. After all, blue was her favorite color. She had been looking forward to this day for what felt like ages even though she was only six years old.

Sara sighed, digging her toes throughout the damp sand. “I’m so glad I’m out here," she said. "The beach is so beautiful.”

“Who wants to go to the cliff with me to see a great view?” asked Mr. Osheena.

She jumped up excitedly. “Me!”

“Are you sure?" He said jokingly. "You might fall!"

“I want to come," promised Sara as she took off to her favorite lookout spot. "Yes, I'll be careful! I will not fall! See you at the cliff, Dad!"

Coincidentally at that moment she tripped over a large rock. “Ahhh, woh! Ouch!" She stood up and looked at it. "You stupid rock, what's wrong with you?"

To punish the inanimate object, the girl picked it up and carried it back to the cliff, once again running but now with great difficulty. That'll show it!

The sunset haired girl staggered and zigzagged towards the beautiful view of unmatched colors. The colors overcame her senses, causing her to run too far across the plain and fly over the cliff's edge. She screamed, "Help Daddy!"

It was the grandest twist of fate the girl could have received. At the same time, their blended colors were a masterpiece of artistry. All the girl could do to save herself was by slamming the rock into the cliffside's edge behind her. The impact pierced her skin. In the greatest of pain, Sara Osheena screamed. You could hear her music of anguish from oceans away. The wild and waves echoed her vocals in the most mystic melody any being ever perceived. Nothing had sounded so perfect in all of time. She was given the most sinister of scars on her hands that bled unrealistically amounts of red. The music, bayside, and blood composed itself together to be the power of the almighty.

Then, her brilliant silhouette fell into the waters below. It was far too late for the little girl. The ocean whispered songs throughout her subconsciousness filling the girl with beauty and magic unseen by all mankind. The creatures took her in and healed her forever.

Sara was missing and hope for finding her was running out of time and that's when people usually start to look for a miracle or in this case, Her Awesomeness.

They had taught her something far more mysterious than everything that was special. It was the ability to manipulate water through frequency and motion. Immediately Sara became Princess of the Ocean where she learned how to move, change, and unite it. Her destiny was to unite the kingdoms of all oceans, rivers, and waters. She became what she always wanted to be. She was a dancing and swimming happiness. Somehow, Sara Osheena was a real princess and not just any ordinary princess, a mermaid princess. It was every little girl's dream to life to rule mermaids.

Ahhh, I told you they'd be important. You see, instead of sharing the song's gift, this race, Mermaid Blobs, hoarded its healing power and used it to keep themself young for hundreds of years and all they had to do was sing a special song.

"♪Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine. Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine♪"

All right, you get the gist. She sings, they turns young. Creepy, right?

Throughout the years, her father sent out team after team to find her. None of these expositions found a trace of the girl. They never came back. Her pride drove her to greater and greater duty. The separation from humanity drowned her heart into the deepest of pride and independence.

Eventually her father found her. He had gone himself on an impossible mission to learn the currents so he may one day catch her. Her followers didn't care about any of this and mistook him as an enemy trying to take her away. In horror, he was killed right in front of her so in anguish, Sara Osheena erupted in the ocean. The events are unknown to this day. Some say she exploded, others say she dried everything, while others say she froze it Earth itself. Her power was too intense for her own good.

"I found her," they cried when they saw her.

The magic of her musical awesomeness healed the girl. A healthy broken storm, a super was born with beautiful orange hair. I'll give you a hint. That's Her Awesomeness.

To celebrate her reunion, the city launched a flying lantern into the sky. For that one moment, everything was perfect. And then that moment ended.

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However she was furious. Her consciousness was lost. Now, she was vulnerable, the federation tasked to bring her in finally caught her. Ever since then, the girl was locked away never to be seen or heard again. Knowing her song, they wrapped her in loving arms and hurried her to the nearest, most comfortable, asylum-like hell of a hideout.

For the next few years, the princess kept herself locked in her room refusing to even sing. Her only friends were AI and emotional support pets who tended to her every need. Not even her mother visited her, but the woman did keep her well cared for with her privileges as City Mayor.

Her prison was her comfort. It was her grief. After eight, no twelve years she lost count. The girl peered into the painting. It had been replicated and displayed perfectly: same grass, same people walking about, and the same neighborhood.

She could see the same children drawing with pink and blue chalk. She saw the typical fake houses and fake families and fake sunshine. It was all fake, endlessly fake; Sara didn’t know how much longer she could bear. Over and over was played the same video of the same projections as the same illusion.

"I love you," she heard that sentence many times… trapped behind her computer screen. It hadn't been time to log off life yet so she decided it was alright for just one more episode to watch all the love.

It was all a lie and she chose that lie every day. Dreams and mischievous things however and Sara was no exception. She dreamed of going outside and seeing the real world once more. Just one more time would satisfy her for now, at least until she trusted herself to go out again.

She never smiled until one day, finally, she was outside. It made her ecstatic, excited, and fulfilled. She missed the summer. Beautiful flowers surrounded the girl with a warm gentle breeze cuddling her cheekbones along with the rest of her body. She giggled as it tickled her skin and she closed her eyes to let that unfamiliar feeling fly along her unsuspecting eyes. It was perfect. Sara Osheena laughed.

And just like that, assailants bound her in restraints. Two grabbed her from behind, a blindfold blocked her sight, another one covered her mouth. She blacked out and fell into a trance of sleep. Dazed and confused, the girl was helpless and lost. This wonderful day of freedom after many years turned into a nightmare too suddenly.

When she woke up, she didn’t see two villains or blackness. She saw a boy with his dog peering deeply into her eyes. His eyes were blue like hers, full of much curiosity and pride at what he had just accomplished. A big brown husky licked her face. The two had distracted her assailants and narrowly escaped.

“Hi,” he told her. “I’m The World's Famous Traveler and this is Bones. Do you want to play?”

She nodded, forgetting about the whole situation. “You’re a boy, but… bigger. I've never seen a boy like you before.”

The dog licked her again.

It broke her heart completely open along with her laughter. “Who is The World Famous Traveler?”

“I’ll show you. Let’s go!”

For the next several years, they remained best friends. He would come over every day after school and show her everything he had learned. Never leaving the boy's side, they became each other's idol. She cared deeply for the boy and his dog just as much.

Sadly because of the attempted kidnapping, the twelve year old was confined inside the maximum security prison whenever they visited. She struggled to stay sane every day, but with their help, they made it by and by.

He would sing to her original melodies from the outside world. It made her dream deeper and deeper in love with him. She decided to sing him a song,

"So stay with me, sitting on the bayside. Cherish, always, what we could never find. It curls into the spaces and it pulls apart the oasis. And it curls into the pages and it bleeds into the amazement. Yes, the past is complicated. Every tear stained rosed glasses and the nightmares pull me back in like that pity party nightstand. So stay with me, bathe with me, tell you that you're something."

The water in the room started to flex and as she raised her hand in dance.

"Cause I've seen it crumble honey like the circus freaks we're losing. I won't regret; I can't forget the good, the bad and the something all turned into strawberry nothing. The frosting tastes like obsolete cherry cake and ice cream. The unmet future is coming closer. Just wait, my sweet darling in the deep swimming underneath. There's a crystal that's been rising alive such truths for unmet youth growing shore waves in your bayside."

In that one song, Sara Jane Osheena escaped and ran far away from people and water. Deep in jungles, she conjured a powerful storm that would shield herself away from the team of officials trying to take her back in. To combat this, they unleashed a darkness upon her who she fought regularly. It left her alone for a while, but when her old friend now called PaperBoy entered her storm the darkness had to as well. He convinced her to leave and travel the world with him and Bones. After sixteen years of chaos and madness, Princess Sara Osheena ventured off into a new great adventure and used her awesomeness to cocoon herself in an ocean of strength's musical protection to light the way for herself and others.

"♪Flower, gleam and glow, let your powers shine, make the clock re----♪"

Mermaid Blobs broke through the castle and stole the girl. Just like that... gone. The world searched and searched, but they could not find the teenager. For deep within the ocean, in a hidden tower, Mermaids raised the princess as her own.

"♪...save what was lost, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine.♪"

They had found her new musical awesomeness But this time they were determined to keep it hidden.

"Why can't I go outside?" Sara asked them.

"The outside world is a dangerous place. Filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where you're safe. Do you understand, flower?"

"Yes, Mommy."

But the walls of that tower could not hide everything. Each year on her birthday, the city released thousands of lanterns into the sky in hope that one day, their lost Princess would return.

Max hide behind a flower pot and camouflages himself.

Sara shoved aside the curtains. "HAH! Hmm, Well... I guess Max's not hiding out here."

Max chuckled, then Rapunzel's hair snatched him up. He shrieked

"GOTCHA!!!" She said. "That's twenty two for me. How about twenty three, out of forty five?"

The dog shook his head, no.

"Okay, well, what do you want to do?"

Max pointed his tail out the window, indicating that he wanted to go to the surface.

"Yeah, I don't think so. I like it in here and so do you."

Max pouted.

"Oh, come on Max, it's not so bad in here." Then Sara began to sing.

"Seven a.m. the usual morning lineup. Starting the chores I sweep 'til the floors all clean. Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up. Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15. So I'll read a book, or maybe two or three. I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery. I'll play guitar, and knit, and cook and basically. Wonder when will my life, begin. Then after lunch, it's puzzles, and darts and baking. Paper-mache , a bit of ballet, and chess. Pottery, and ventriloquy, candle making. Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch. Take a climb, sew a dress, and I'll re-read the books. If I have time to spare, I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere. And then I'll brush, and brush, and brush, and brush my hair. Stuck in the same place I've always been. And I'll keep wondering, and wondering, and wondering... Wondering, just when will my life begin?' Tomorrow night, the lights will appear. Just like they do on my birthday, each year. What is it like out there, where they glow? Now that I'm older. Mother might just let me go."