The crisp air of the morning wrapped around a small cottage situated near the sea, its salty warmth filling the wind to its brim. The cottage lay east right at the end of a long narrow road filled with many houses similar and different, all shaped ambiguously and with mirth. The small house sheltered only 2 souls, both female, yet both so equally polar in personality. A young girl, probably the age of 18, walked out from the home with a yawn, her feet lightly dancing on the sand/rubble to her driveway, and her body still trying to get out of her sleep induced state. Her white thin shirt flowed with length in the wind, and her legs churned into warmth as they bent down to ground. Her blonde her fell off her shoulders as she picked up the newspaper at her feet, then she was off, heading back into her home.

The girl went through her normal routine, newspaper, make coffee, then heading out to her backyard, which so happened to be a big plane of sand before reaching the ocean. Her house was quite a distance from the ocean, a large space of sparkling soft sand connecting the two, yet she still was the only one who was a loud to see it. Everyone in this whole neighborhood had their own access to the beach, some had short spans of beach, but others like hers had long areas of sand; she couldn't be happier. She could relax and enjoy the sea, just like she had when she was younger, before that happened.

The girl sighed as she sat down on her porch's steps, her silver eyes casting glances over the beautiful plane of white and then crashing blue. So much had happened in her life, so much sorrow, yet so much bliss as well. Back when she was younger, only 5 years old, her dad had passed away, and her mother was left to raise her. A crushing breath; that was when it went all downhill, the day her life separated from her family. She never saw her mother after that, and her Step-Father always treated her like she was worthless. For a while, she believed him. But on her 18th birthday, her and her best friend Thalia found this little home, and well, here they were. Thalia had a similar story to tell, but that was hers to speak of, not anyone else's.

The blonde girl smiled a bit when she heard a groaning noise emanate from behind her; Thalia was awake.

"Ugh, Annabeth, how do you get up so early?" Thalia asked whilst she droned into the kitchen.

Annabeth merely chuckled to her friend whilst she called back from her spot on the porch.

"Maybe it's you who shouldn't go to bed so late."

"Hey!"

Annabeth laughed, her friend could be so funny sometimes. Annoyed but happy, Thalia settled in next to Annabeth, their shoulders inches apart from one another.

"So what are you doing today?" Thalia asked.

"Well, I'm off work today, so I'm probably just going to go walk on the beach."

"You're always at the beach."

"I know." Annabeth chuckled.

The minutes passed in silence, and Thalia had left off working, Annabeth now walking along the shore. Her feet lightly brushed against the waves of the shore, her toes curling around each passing wave. Her silver eyes closed in content, a soft smile adorning her face. A mixture of green sea blurred with blonde as the wind whipped around Annabeth, its nature somehow calming the presence of the shore. Tender pale feet were washed upon by the waves caressing at her feet, and her head was thrown back in a smiling manor. The wind spun around the girl, pulling her hair into small dances of their own; glittering clouds their only source of refuge or sentiment.

Annabeth sat down on the shore a decent ways from the house, her feet lightly touching the water, but she was far enough for her to not get wet. Pulling off her light blue jacket which she had put on before she left, Annabeth stared at the ocean for a while, lost in its ever spanning dense dream. Sighing, she laid back in the sand, closing her eyes and losing herself in the sounds the rushed around her. She didn't know how long she had lain there, but rusting to her left brought her from her dream like state.

At first she thought she was dreaming, but the rustled mop of black hair descending back into the water confirmed her conspicuous.

"Hey, wait!" Annabeth called.

Jumping to her feet she quickly ran knee deep into the water, thanking the gods she wore shorter shorts today so she could at least get in without getting her clothes wet. Her eyes danced around the scene, trying to find the person who made that sound, the person with the black hair. She stayed there for moments, looking around the water and the sand, but she found nothing and no one. Sighing, Annabeth went back to shore and gathered up her things, her eyes scanning the water once more.

Nothing.

Slowly Annabeth drew her legs back to her home, her feet carrying her through the sand and trudging past the sand dunes. The whole time, unaware of the deep sea green eyes and shaggy black hair following her the whole way.

So, HI GUYS! This is a new story I'm going to be starting, and I hope you all like it. :D I've been a BIG fan of Percy Jackson, I have all the books and have read them since 6th grade, and I'm looking forward to the new movie coming out soon.

I'm also a BIG fan of the Little Mermaid. xD It's my favorite Disney movie! I still watch it...and I'm 17...and a guy. DON'T JUDGE. But I know all about the Mermaid lore, siren lore, it's my favorite thing. I wish I could live in the sea...

Anyways, I've read some stories of Percy being a mermai-ahem. Excuse me. MerMAN and I really fell in love with them all. If any content in this story comes across as copying another, please don't yell at me. ): I'm trying not to pull from the other stories I've read. So PLEASE forgive me if it comes across that way. I don't intent it too. ):

I hope you guys enjoyed this! I love writing about merpeople. I wrote my own book er- sort of book back in...7th grade? Or was it 9th grade? I can't remember, but I got pretty far in it. Probably chapter 15-20. :D

I think I'll just stick to fanfiction. xD You guys are awesome!

As Always,

R&R.