Eric and Cendrillon

NOTE: I did not write this story. My friend, rue Mouse, wrote and published it on the fan fiction website. I l’amour Disney pirate stories and I really like this one so far, so I wanted to share it. She gave me permission to post it on here for you. I hope toi guys like it, too.
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Jasmine stood on her balcony and watched the sun slowly set. In the distance she could see the ocean and the port. A couple of ships had docked there for the night, but not the ship she had been waiting for. She could see the shadowy silhouettes of ships' sails, but it only filled...

The Atlantian Princess slowly opens her eyes only to see her true love, Proteus smiling at her. "I'm so glad you're awake." he says softly. Kida sighs. "Me too." The two hug then they give each other a passionate kiss. As they let go, The King walks towards the couple. "Kida, I...I thought toi would not make it." Kida smiles. "Well I did." She gives her elderly father a tight hug. "I missed you." she whispers into his ear. The King just pats her back. "Kida," Proteus starts as he walks up to her and Kida lets go of her family hug. "There's something I need to talk to toi about." Kida sits down...

Suddenly, Proteus and Kida are magically transported to Atlantis. Confused about where they are, they look around. Only Kida found out just in time. "W-we're in Atlantis!" she exclaims. She and Proteus see many Atlantians and other men fighting against each other. In the sky above them is Eris the Goddess of Chaos! She's just holding the Book of Peace as the Crystal of Atlantis is flowing energy into the book. "I have to get to my father!" Kida shouts.

Proteus and Kida arrive to the hidden kingdom where Kida's father was. They used her rocket-car. The two get off and Kida immediately runs to...

i'm thinking signs and seasons
She was melted lavender
and beurre yellow before
dawn, creamy and pulsating
but alive.
Her irises were diluted
coffee beans and when
her rose thé fingertips
grazed his scruffy beard
he could only stare into
those eyes and thank the
deities he had lived to find her.

By the afternoon she intensified.
Gold splashed across
her arms, running down to
meet with the raspberries lapping
her wrists. Cerulean popped
beneath her feet, especially
when she was on her way to
the bookstore. She radiated
chartreuse when they discussed
what town they would explore
next, what sites they would...