*Hey, would anybody PLEASE comment on the first chappie? Thanks! This name is Noelani-pronounced NO-lah-nee.*

Noelani

*Hey guys, I hope you like this story I'm working on! I am switching points of view with each chapter. This is Aila (IGH-luh), a seventeen year old girl, who loves her villiage dearly and only wants the best for it. The next chapter will be about another person.*

Aila

After taking her time dressing, Mel and her parents went back to Gran's house.
Mel was and wasn't looking forward to this visit. What if...What if she was right? Mel thought this over again and again in the car. She did wonder what they looked like, what they were like. What if they exsisted after all? Oh, that would be amazing!

Chapter Seven

The door to the Queen’s throne room rang with a firm knock. Asani glanced up from the book she was reading at the sound.

Mel plopped down on her hotel bed that night, questions running through her confused mind.
Why would Gran make up ridiculous lies like that? But what if she wasn't lying? What if the did see, or at least think she saw, the water horses? Mel grabbed her black hair and pulled on it. I really need to shut up and go to bed, she thought.

Chapter One
The bow string glinted in the pale moon light as a hand lay in the moonbeams, fingering it. A hooded face was hidden in the dark of night; he swung his bow silently around a quiver that hung upon his back. The moon glowed, lightening the land that lay at his feet. Midnight eyes were looking at the splendors of the night sky. He turned swiftly and faded along a forest path.

Chapter Four

CHAPTER TWO

Mel waited at the table and sipped her apple juice nervously.
Great! Her nice grandmother was crazy! She knew something would go wrong.
"....It's true!" Mel heard Gram say.
Mel chewed on her bottom lip, debating on wether to eavesdrop or not.
Finally, Mel couldn't resist temptation any more.

CHAPTER ONE

Melissa Brooke Rodriguez stared out the rental car's window, excitment running through her mind. Since her grandmother lived in England, they didn't ever visit her. Mel had met her gandmother once in her entire thirteen years, and she couldn't even remember!
Mel looked out at the bay with longing. She wanted to go for a swim so badly.

The Water Horse
Prologue

December 18th, 1948, London, England

Dear Journal,

I promise you that I went mad last night. I suppose I could have been dreaming, but (once again, I might be mad) it seems highly unlikely in my opinion.