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The sun sparkled down upon the water making it glisten like a giant mirror; the smell of salt filled the air along with the sound of crashing waves and crying gulls. The ocean was smooth as glass; the only disturbance coming from a rock that jutted out of the ocean like a crooked tooth. If one looked close enough they would see the shape of a young woman with jet black hair stretch out on the rock, perhaps sunbathing. And if one looked even closer they would see a very strange sight, the girl seemed to be talking to a crab.
" Tis hard to believe that only five years ago you were only a little shrimp of thing," said the crab named Sebastian.
" I can't believe that only five years ago I learned that my mother was a mermaid, my grandfather was King Triton, and I helped an evil sea witch almost take control of the ocean," replied Melody daughter of King Eric and Queen Ariel of Denmark
"Let's just hope that this birthday is as uneventful as possible," replied the crab with a sigh.
"Not me, I think it is time for another adventure," and with that she jumped off the rock, head first into the water. As the water closed around her, Melody could feel the magic that allowed her to transform into her second form, a mermaid. On her thirteenth birthday Melody discovered that she had the power to transform into a mermaid when she came into contact with water. Over the years, she has learned to control it so that she could touch water without sprouting a tail. Her tail was the color of red coral and her shells gold, the locket given to her by her grandfather hung around her neck. With a kick of her powerful tail, Melody swam back toward shore. Just like every other birthday, a boring party full of snobby people had been planned and she , as the person of honor, had to attend.
As she grew older, Melody had partially grown out of being a social outcast, but that didn't mean she enjoyed parties anymore than before. With the shore growing closer, she transformed her tail back to legs and walked up the shore to the castle. The palace was a madhouse. Servants were rushing back and forth carrying items, the band was trying to set up their instruments, flowers and decorations were being hung, tables and chairs where being set and food prepared. Melody weaved the best she could through the chaos to get the staircase that led to her bedroom. Waiting in her room was her loving and beautiful mother.
"Had a nice swim?"
"It was wonderful," replied Melody with a smile as she hugged her mother. Ever since she had learned the truth about her mother's past, Ariel and her daughter had grown extremely close.
"Let's get you ready,"
"I don't think I will ever be ready," said Melody with a sigh.
The dress for the party had been specially made out of the finest blue material that changed from blue to blue green when she moved. The neck was scooped almost off the shoulder, sleeves were sheer and sowed with small pearls, bodis was also sowed with small peals and silver embroidery, the skit split to show a petticoat sown with more pearls and embroidery of shells and sea shapes. The dress suited her perfectly.
"This dress looks as if it was made for you," said Ariel smiling.
"That's because it was," Melody replied.
"Well, it looks beautiful anyways; you look beautiful," Ariel motioned her toward the mirror, where she sat down.
"Now what shall I do to your hair," asked Arial.
"Please none of that over the top updo that is so popular in England," begged Melody.
"You might have to get used to those hairstyles very soon,"
" What do you mean?" asked Melody confused.
" Your father has been meeting with the Ambassador from England, and he might need to visit there very soon," said Ariel becoming serious.
"Why?"
"I don't want to talk about it right before your big party," said Ariel regaining her gayety, "all will be explained in time."
"Now you're starting to sound like Sebastian,"
"I will take that as a complement. Now, about your hair…" Ariel began to comb her daughter's long thick hair so much like her own. She weaved it into a complicated bun near the top of her head carefully placing in peals. The final touch was a simple silver tiara.
Melody glanced at herself in the mirror, " I look silly."
The door opened and in popped Melody's father King Eric, "Melody!" he exclaimed, "you look beautiful. I shall have to increase the guard to protect you from all those young men down stairs."
" Now you are just being silly," said Melody with a sad smile. Unfortunately the combination of royalty and social aquwardness puts a damper on your love life.
"I'm serious; Ariel tell her I am serious," insisted Eric.
"Melody your Father is serious," said Ariel, "now to the party."