Names are a very powerful thing.
You may not think so, but you are all mere mortals, no offense.
Names can control you, names can curse you, names can be a battle cry or a silent tear.
Names are quite strange.

I should know, I have many names.
Sea Witch, Scum of the Ocean, Traitor, among other ones.
I know myself by one name. Ursula.

You may think you know the classic tale of a little mermaid who fell in love with a human,
and how I tried to stop her. Yes, parts are true, my niece fell in love with a human, and I helped her to be with him.
They left out several people in the tale. My life has been a series of unfortunate events, and yet I stay positive.
Though you may not understand now, if you hear both sides of a story, you may reconsider your opinions.

This story is no mere tale, it's the story of my life.
How I was born and cursed. How I met the love of my life and lost him in one simple year.
How one girl became my best friend and died.
And how I became who I am today.

You don't have to listen, you don't have to learn the truth.
You can continue your life without finding out the horrors I have experienced, and think what you will.
I should write my life story, for my daughter's sake.
I'm so old now, the truth must be released.

We start at the beginning, so many years ago.