"For more than twenty years now the war between two powerful houses; House of Azaran the wielder of Fire and House of Eiran the wielder of Ice-finally came to an end." Her head limply leaned into his chest making him turn his gaze at her as they rock back and forth with rhythmic ease as the wave became gentler. Her wet and pale skin glistens like a glass under the moonlight, her long lashes clumped together due to being wet, her plump lips part slightly as she breathes. Golden hair afloat the dark water, like it's the only thing your eyes will see over the dark blanket of the sea that mirrors the night sky. She was magical. An ethereal beauty. "Who are you?"