Title: Eternity
By: Athena Goddess of the Wise
Summary: And then, she went to the ocean, her home, and sat on the rocks by the sea, waiting for the sunrise (her last) and the ending that came with it.
Rating: T for talk of murder.
A/N: This is my first fairy tale story EVER:)
A/N 2: This is the little mermaid. It is just such a dark fairy tale. The last bit I wasn't going to add, and i don't really like it, but I did. Plus it kind of gave me a name for this story, which I didn't have at first... Please enjoy:) And review, of course!
She didn't have to do it. She could – she could die, turn to sea foam, like so many before her. She didn't have to do, do this, this despicable deed.
But then she would be soulless, just a few more bubbles in the endless sea. She wanted to be free, free of the pain of walking, free of all of it.
She looked down at the rough knife in her hand, carved out of some hard stone and wrapped in seaweed. All she had to do was plunge this into his heart and let the blood drip, drip, drip onto her feet. No one would know it was her. She would just be the mute little girl who disappeared, back to the sea. Her sisters sacrifice would be worth it, and over her long (so much longer than a humans) life, she would come to forget him, forget the pain.
She tasted salt in her mouth, like the ocean, and realized she was crying. Crying.
She looked down at the face of the prince, the face she still loved (because she knew that she could hide that from no-one). Would she ever forgive herself if she did that?
She turned her head just slightly, and looked at his wife. His wife. How the words made her feel bitter. She was supposed to be the one there, sleeping beside him. But even as she stared, she could feel the bitterness leaving her. Could she tear the two away from each other? Another guilt, killing ones beloved, on their wedding night, even worse.
She breathed in, a deep, raking breath, and dropped the knife. The couple would no doubt find it there in the morning, and wonder what it was, but they would never have answers, for she would be gone (dead) by then. She wondered what they would do about it, with it, as she walked down the stairs, pain in each step.
And then, she went to the ocean, her home, and sat on the rocks by the sea, waiting for the sunrise (her last) and the ending that came with it.
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"Hello, little mer." A voice to her left greeted her as she opened her eyes.
"What – where am I?" she looked to the left, and then the right. Angels, spirits, souls! How was she in the company of such creatures?
"Never the matter. Come with us, little creature of the sea, and you can have what you most desire." The person – no, angel – on the right told her.
"A – a soul?" she breathed.
Both apparations smiled at her. "A soul," said the first, "And an eternity." The second finished.