Xhemin watched the ocean at the cliff and stared at the horizon before her. This was the perfect place to breathe the ocean breeze, she thought. The pleasant wind was like a singing a song of old memories to her. With tears streaming down her face, she reminisced those beautiful summer days she spent with Ziggy and Huzey in this place—all those games, songs and mischiefs they did together. Who would ever thought that at some point in time it would end? Had she been always ungrateful for looking forward to next summers?
She was at the Loch cottage now, where Huzey's motorboat was kept and she thought of using it in her journey across the blue sea. The prince won't probably mind her stealing his favorite toy, he always gave her everything even those toys that were valuable to him. Now, it's time for her to give back something to him.