In a World called Flidais
The Mer-people walked as if condemned. They followed a dirt trail tendrils of lavender, thyme, and black-eyed Susan along the borders. It was like the flowers were separating this race from Krisandra and her people. They were ethereal creatures with skin so white it was almost transparent. She held her breath; they are as beautiful as gods. Some had brown hair or blonde some even reddish orange like a sunset. She turned to look towards the ocean and saw houses lining the coast. Those were the mer-people's homes. She could hear the water softly lapping at the shore. Piers led out to small huts that were built over the water.
She felt a prickling and turned to a pair of large turquoise eyes with dark fringed lashes. He was barely three feet away from her, wearing not a stitch of clothing like the rest of them. But this man, excuse me, merman, was different from the rest. Golden hair flowed from his head but not brassy gold more like sun shining in the wheat gold, which fell around his face in little ringlet tendrils. Almost like every hair was exactly where it was suppose to be. She was jealous. Her hair never did what she wanted. The only possession on all of the mer-people was a necklace of mermaid murack stone and although the rest had only simple stones hung to their chests this mans was different because his was inlaid into a metal triton. The silver glinted in her eyes and she wondered about the stone's color. Her gaze traveled down from the pendant and she noticed the scar that started right beneath it that ran from sternum to pelvic bone. What or who could have done something so terrible?
When the light hit him it blinded her although she could not peel her eyes away. He walked down the trail like royalty, like a king. He did not hang his head low nor did he cast his eyes shamefully down. He stared straight ahead into every person's eyes, but especially hers. Her skin heated up as if fire ants were biting her all over. He was undressed her just as he was equally undressed. Her cheeks felt hot and she knew they must of turned pink. She did not look away though. Her stomach clenched and she felt a sudden lightness as the last mer-people walked what they probably thought was the last day of their lives.
She wouldn't blame them and could not. What her government was doing to the mer-people and to her own race was wrong. But they informed her people cordially that it was for the betterment of their life and the next generation's lives. Her parents had to do it, her grandparents did and her great, great-grandparents and her other many ancestors had to mate with the mer-people. She had to admit she was afraid. She could be with any kind of person and now her choice was being taken away from her. Not having control was the scariest thing she could ever do. She was the generation who had to give up love and their own decisions and their life to...to what?
She really didn't know.