The Girl- Continued

Macey was perched high on a branch in an impossibly tall pine tree in Clover Park. A group of ragged teenagers, around thirteen or fourteen of age, were sitting in a ring on a bunch of slightly lower branches. She was not usually an eavesdropper, but this seemed like something out of a fairytale. Annabelle, the girl Macey had been following, had apparently run away to live in the woods. A few days later, her loyal friends Tabitha, Lola, Ryan and Jonathan had found her and started living in the woodlands with her. A couple of weeks later, they had found out that a gang of cold-blooded murderers planned to kill the farmer who owned the woods, fell them, sell them, and then they would be millionaires in positions of great power. The group of runaways had led them on a false trail and fled. After a year or so of running, fleeing, and basically surviving, they had ended up in this small village. Along the way, one of the boys, Ryan, had disappeared overnight, and they had picked up a stray dog, trained it, and named it Sammy. They were swapping information on their various findings about their supposed assassination at sunrise the next day, as they had obviously split up before this meeting. Macey was so attuned to their conversation the whole time, she didn't notice the sneeze welling up inside her... "Achoo!" She went. She realized that these people were heavily armed; daggers, bows, slingshots, and even a short sword. She also became aware that they were all staring straight at her!

My Writing- The Ocean

The Ocean
Waves crash onto fine white sand, a hand caressing the beach.
Driftwood begins a thrilling joyride, tossing and turning with the merciless currents.
Palaces of seashells lie on the ocean floor, with mazes of coral in the courtyards and rooms of salty water.
Breezes blow sand into mini hurricanes, which then set off on excursions down the beach.
The ocean is deep, silent, black, and to be in its embrace is to be suspended in oblivion.
Multicoloured fish dart in and out of the coral reefs, like children, playing in the park.
Menacing sharks hunt in the currents of water, their smirks glittering with malice.
A gentle wind races the tides in the dark night, illuminated only by the soft spotlight of the moon.

Riddle

I travel but do not move.
I glare but cannot see.
I burn but do not breathe.
What am I?

XIX XI XIV
Decode to find the answer.
Hint: It is a number code in Roman Numerals.