XxI. In a small sea-side town located not far from the coastal town of San Sebastian, and just as close to that of France, Araceli was born from that of a Spanish woman, though the circumstances of such a birth are and always will be in question. Father was never in the the memory of Ara, however. Perhaps for the best, as the man who she was raised by was more of a father then anyone would believe. A drunken sailor, some would say. A pirate, said others.
XxRegardless of what they said, Araceli's mother dubbed him someone who had a heart of gold. So, he had a heart of gold. And a son. The son didn't look much, if anything like the woman that the sailor claimed to gave birth to him. No, he was more a replica of his father, hair as bright as an orange, but eyes as purple as Araceli's. They looked like they were family, so that's just how they accepted it. He was about two years younger, his name being something the lines of Nico.
XxThe most notable thing about Araceli and Nico, however, was their shared love for that of the sea. Their mother, Maria, sang constant songs of its lullaby, their father retelling the brave stories of his past out on the rapid tides. It's hard for Araceli now to decipher truth from fable, but she seems to be able to recall each one with a certain... vivid tendency. Her brother always found it to be one of the more interesting things about her.
XxBut, much like the town of San Sebastian in those times, that in which Araceli wasn't spared from it's fair share of war. Money was tight as a result. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a crime to say Araceli and Nico had a relatively normal life... But circumstances took an odd turn. Araceli was taken from her mother and father, but not in a way one would think. Nico and their parents seemed to agree it would be best if they ran away, the reality of what went on afterwards to the town a distance memory. By the time this was all over, there was only a memory of a promise.
Xx They'd all meet together one day in France.
