This story is based on "The Little Mermaid" with the species switched. I thank Brightfire15 for helping me.
Let us tell an old story anew and we will see how well you remember it.
Long ago, there were two kingdoms, land and sea, that were as different as two kingdoms could be. On land resided humans, ordinary folk like you and me. Under the sea resided folk of myth and legend known as merpeople.
Half-human, half-fish, the merpeople were creatures of unmatched beauty and grace, brought into existence by the Sea God Poseidon by the light of a full moon. Peaceful and harmonious, they loved to celebrate the moon and each other, and so they took any chance they could to celebrate one another's milestones with feasting and dancing and song under the light of the full moon.
Though the two kingdoms generally lived in peace, relations between them were lukewarm at best. The merpeople had no quarrel with the humans and would've gladly welcomed them into their lives with open arms, but the human kingdom did not regard the merpeople as kindly as they did their human neighbors. Like those who ruled before him, the king of the humans believed in the ancient legends of the cruelty of merpeople, and because of this, contact between the surface-dwellers and the sea-dwellers was forbidden and both sides had to keep their distance from each other, lest it spark an act of war.
But none of that was important at the moment. Today the merpeople were busy preparing to celebrate two special occasions: the rising of the Blue Moon and Prince Skyle's coming-of-age. Two very old, very important celebrations that had been honored by the merpeople for innumerable centuries. It promised to be a spectacular, memorable evening. Many were excited for legend said that during the Blue Moon, one's destiny made itself clear and life would change forever.
Given that it was just a legend, Skyle didn't hold much faith in it, but little did he know just how much truth was in the legend…
A shining light shone bright and on, like a shining star in the sky. Yet this was no star. It was a grand kingdom, on top of a cliff, overlooking the ocean far below, with lush forests and steep hills leading down and joining with the shore. It was the kingdom of Freyagard, a kingdom that prided itself on rich culture, grand architecture and its passion for the arts.
It was because of the peoples' love for the arts; particularly that of the theatre; that the kingdom's citizens were rushing to the castle's concert hall in order to reach their seats in time for the much-anticipated concert that the King was holding that very evening.
When all were in their seats and the doors to the hall were closed, the lights dimmed and the trumpets played loudly as a row of red guards lined up before a golden-clothed man, the king's herald, appeared. He coughed twice before clearing his throat.
"His Majesty, The King of Freyagard, Bryce!" The crowd roared as from out of a door, the king walked in, his specter glowing in his grip. He used his magic scepter, an ancient family heirloom and symbol of the king's authority, to make a chandelier come to life and shower down sparkling lights upon the crowd, who applauded.
"And presenting the distinguished court composer, Adwat!" The herald announced joyfully.
There was another round of applause and cheers as a man in fine blue clothes entered the hall from the king's entrance while waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. Adwat's musical talents were legendary and despite grand offers from other theatres, Adwat would work only for the king as they were more than just master and servant, they were also old friends.
"I'm really looking forward to this performance, Adwat," said King Bryce, happily as he took his seat. The king sat in the hall's only balcony which gave him the best view of the stage.
"As I am, Your Majesty. This will be the finest concert I have ever conducted! Your daughters, they will be spectacular!" bragged Adwat, as he smiled.
"Oh, indeed they shall, especially my little Meredith." The king's last words were whispered to Adwat, so that none would overhear.
King Bryce loved all seven of his daughters and they had lovely singing voices, but Meredith's singing voice was the one he loved most, not just for its beauty but because it was similar to that of his beloved late wife's.
"Yes, yes, of course. She does have the most beautiful voice," said Adwat, sweetly. As he walked down to the orchestra pit, Adwat quietly grumbled to himself, "if only she'd show for rehearsals once in a while!"
When Adwat reached the orchestra pit, he stood in front of his rostrum and pulled out his sheet music. He then tapped his conductor's wand on the rostrum and began waving it in synch with the music. The curtain opened, revealing three identical large roses of pink, white and red and from the blossoms emerged six beautiful princesses, all dressed in fine silk gowns in the first six colors of the rainbow, embroidered with jewels and gold and silver.
Ah, we are the Daughters of King Bryce
Great father who loves us and named us well
Mari, Mared, Morgan, Morwen, Meinwen, Maban
The eldest princess had hair the color of chocolate and purple eyes like a sunset. The second princess had wavy black hair and eyes green as emeralds. The third princess had burgundy brown hair and her eyes were a rich brown too. The fourth princess had hair the color of amber and eyes black as night. The fifth princess had hair of spun gold and eyes gray as storm clouds. The sixth princess had hair of shining red and eyes the color of a warm summer's sky.
All six were highly accomplished, talented, good-manners and obedient proper princesses who were much beloved by their father and their subjects and much desired by prospective suitors from neighboring kingdoms.
As the concert progressed, they all sang in flawless harmony, making Adwat and their father exceedingly proud.
As he continued to conduct, Adwat snuck a quick glance at the king to see if the king approved of the performance. King Bryce's smile and look of pride answered Adwat's question and the composer began to feel excited. If King Bryce enjoyed the wonderful performance of his six older daughters, then he would simply love it when it came time for his youngest daughter's solo, for Meredith's voice had no equal in its beauty.
And then there is the youngest in her musical debut
Our seventh little sister, we're presenting her to you
To sing a song Adwat wrote
Her voice is like a bell
She's our sister, Meredith!
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the beautiful Meredith to make her debut. But when the giant lavender rose opened, there was no princess there. Everyone gasped and the concert came to a screeching halt.
Adwat gasped and gulped as he saw the empty rose for only moments before looking up at the king, who was clearly furious beyond words, for his eyes were two narrow slits of fire.
"MEREDITH!" Bryce roared as his scepter glowed and his fist slammed onto the rail of his balcony.