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     If you had told Needle several years ago where and what she would become, she’d be the first to laugh in your face and call you quite the jokester.     Only problem was that in the end the last laugh wouldn’t be hers…         For in truth, at least for the last six months, Needle the young unicorn’s life had been turned a complete one hundred and eighty degrees.      Instead of a being a normal girl on the surface, she was now one of the many denizens of the sea, sporting a red fishtail instead of her legs.         Needle had been through a traumatic experience, having lost her parents on their sea expedition.  

    The ocean was on this day seemed calm and easy.   The breeze was slowly rocking a small white vessel that was currently anchored in the middle of the Seven Seas.  It’s passengers were composed of a small family of unicorn anthros that came from the northern part of the world.   The father, a small business owner, had managed to procure it out of luck and a good set of negotiation skills.   He and his family were in the middle of what supposed to be a relaxing vacation to get away from their troubles… …only this day trouble would soon be finding them in ways that they couldn’t have possibly imagined.    The youn

     The sea was calm as it’s waves bounced against the shores of an uninhabited island on this morning.    The sun was bearing warm rays onto the rocks below onto the eastern lagoon, providing a glow to a group of visitors that graced it’s shores that day.     The day had started a little differently for two young mermaid felines, as they had taken the morning off from their duties to partake in one of their favorite activities above the surface.    Kyra the merlioness and Tina the merpantheress were both laying on their fronts, their tails just dangling over the sides in case they needed to get remoistened.      Beneath them in

       It was the start of a new day, and the sun had already begun to fully creep up from the horizon.  The sky was already starting to shift colors in the east before it would eventually be as blue as the ocean waters beneath it.     There was no doubt it was a site to behold no matter who you were, whether near the sea or not.   For one individual, she could argue that she had the best seat in the world from where she lay.    Within one of the hundreds of uncharted islands of the Seven Seas, a small cove dotted the eastern side, where numerous rocky edges bid trouble for any potential vessel trying to get too close.   For one who knew the