chapter 1
"Forgive me." The words breathlessly escaped his lips as he looked into the eyes of the one he loved. Those words, as if some secret key unlocking the gates to the beauty's crimson lips, triggered a response Phillip had hoped to recieve under a set of different, less agonizing circumstances. Syrena lunged upward out of the deep pool of shimmering water he lay on the edge of and kissed him with longing that she had delt with for far too long. She grabbed hold of him tighter and in a matter of seconds was propelling herself to the bottom of the pool with phillip in her arms. "I can save you," she thought over and over again, "I know i can." Deeper and deeper she swam; the bottom was in sight now. "You have to stay with me, we're almost there," she thought as she lay him on the peaceful sands of the ocean floor. Philip was astounded that he still was concious and he felt a warm, calming feeling wash over him as he watched Syrena. She closed her eyes and focused all her energy on philip's body and then she did something philip did not think he would ever see again- she cried. Syrena cried over philip's body, each tear was prominent and seemed to glow with a greenish haze. The tears floated off her face and staring hovering towards the gash in her lover's torso that was tinting the surrounding water reddish brown. They were glowing brighter now, almost blinding, but he looked on. He felt his body being lifted upright and watched the collective tears circle around him faster and faster. The light shinging from them had become unbearable. Suddenly he felt a hot, painful sensation where his stab wound had been and a strong current around him. The last thing he saw was Syrena's face as he fell unconcious on the ocean sands.
Philip awoke alone on the beach, the calm waters lapping at his feet. "What am i doing here? Why am i alive? How could i have possibly survived?" he questioned out loud. He rose to his feet unsteadily and put his arms out to catch his balance. Running through the past events in his mind, phillip he remembered something a crewmate had uttered on the boat in White Cap Bay."I heard it said that a kiss from a mermaid protects a sailor from drowning," said the sailor's voice in his head. This had explained how he survived his journey to and from the ocean's depths, but what about the wound inflicted upon him in battle? He tore away his vest onle to see the dim ghost of a scar. "Impossible," he whispered. Philip was in complete and total awe as he wondered what had happened, yearning to be informed to the miracle bestowed upon him. Then another question hit him hard in his stomach. "Where is she?"