Eric Ignis x Emma Daisy
The museum had been converted into a grandiose ballroom for the night, with an intricate chandelier taking center stage. Light fragments danced across all surfaces in a cascade of beauty when the face of Atlantis walked in. The room went silent for the shortest of moments as the 10th generation chosen walked in. They were wearing a beautiful dress that reached the floor. The blue material offset their pale skin while the golden vail complemented their golden locks.
One eye in particular had been caught. Across the room was a man with his shoulder length hair tied in a bun, wearing an elegant, long black dress.
Their eyes met.
“May I have this dance, Mr. Ignis?” The mother approached her former enemy, hand outstretched.
“Are you sure you want to be seen dancing with me?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”














