It was a dark night. Almost beautiful, in an ethereal sort of way.

Please... someone save me from this living death...

Peter stared out of the lighthouse window at the shore below. The fog was too thick to see anything. He would have to go down there, to check it out for himself.

Forget it. It is hopeless. No one cares...

He stopped, that voice... it was so beautiful. Beautiful and new, and unreal. He wondered who it belonged to. Someone about to commit suicide? If that, then he must hurry. He did not want to be responsible for a missing person.

He got up, stumbling down the steps. He ignored the jolt his legs felt. Someone was in need. He had to help them. That is what he lived for. To help those in need. That is why he had already saved so many people, from making stupid decisions.

He ducked under the small lighthouse door. He frowned at it, sometimes he hated being tall. The mist was thicker than any he had ever seen. His bare foot hit thousands of rocks.

Then the blanket of fog split. He could see in front of him. There in the water, sat someone. It was a female. Sleek, silver blond hair. A delicate figure.

He stared at her for a moment. Confused and enchanted. Then he heard the sobs. The words he heard echoed in his head. A living death...

What horrors had she been through? What could cause someone to hate life so much, that they wanted death? He didn't know, all he knew, was that he wanted to help.

Rolling up his jeans, he waded into the water towards the girl.

"Hey! Can I be of any help?" He called out to the girl.

He heard the girl give a gasp, her body tensing. She didn't turn to meet him yet.

Peter was close to her now, he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I can give you a place to stay. If you want." He said in his gentle casualness.

The girl turned her long hair whirling. He was struck by how beautiful she was. With those deep blue eyes, high-cheek bones, and rose pink lips. Light gray eyes that shone like stars. But held a deep sorrow. She stared at him for a moment, a puzzled expression on her face.

Then, one stray tear drop slid down her face.

"You came." She said gratefully. The voice was even more beautiful than he had thought originally. With that, she tried to stand. He was aware of how unstable she was on her feet.

Her knee's wobbled unsteadily, and she tumbled forward. Without further thought, he caught her.

Her face flushed with pleasure. She stared up at him for one long moment, shyly.

Her mouth opened, moved as if to speak. But no sound came out. Her face fell. She had wanted to tell him so much more. To tell him, how she had waited for him to come for many years.

She wanted to tell him her story. The story of how she came, to be alone in the mist. She nodded her head

Peter grimaced. "You must of been through something awful." He muttered casually. Aura stared at him, he had no idea...

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A figure stirred and hit her head against the dresser. She winced and covered her forehead. "OW!" She yelled at her furniture. Picking up her alarm clock and throwing it against the wall. They weren't alive. They wouldn't hurt, if she expressed her feelings openly. Her eyes opened and groggily she slipped out of her bed. As a morning ritual, she always would study herself in a mirror. She looked up at her reflection and gasped.

She was stunning? Her once oily dark hair had become a rich chocolate brown. She no longer resembled a stick either.

She took a step back admiring her new figure. She smiled and her rose pink lips moved to reveal pearly white teeth. She was perfect!

"Do you like it?" A voice said from the shadow's.

The woman turned. Scanning her room. A woman stepped from the shadows. She was stunningly beautiful. Her long auburn hair neat and loose, dark dark eyes and a beautiful nose.

"That was a silly question. Of course, you like it." The woman said aloud.

Feya's head bobbed up and down eagerly. "I really do like it."

The woman nodded. "Of course you would. It is one of my best spells."

Feya's brow knitted in confusion. "Why would you do this?" She asked innocently.

The woman gave a wide smile. She took a graceful step forward. "What would you do to be beautiful?" She asked, her dark eyes sparkling.

Feya fell to her knee's. "I-I don't know." She responded honestly.

The woman nodded in agreement. She folded her arms. She frowned, she would have liked it better, if the girl had been vain. She raised the girls chin up. " I have a proposition..."

Feya looked up at the woman. "What? What would you have me do?" She asked seriously.

The woman's smile widened. "I need you to stop a marriage..." She said mysteriously.

Feya's eyes widened. "Whose?" She asked quietly. Mentally she smacked her head. So she did have a vain side!

The woman burst out laughing. "Silly child! You do not realize how difficult this will be!" She said wiping away the tears of laughter.

Feya raised her eyes to the woman. She gazed into the dark eyes with determination. "The harder it is, the better." She said boldly.

The mysterious woman raised a perfect eyebrow. "Good. I want you to stop the love of a certain man, to a certain mute girl." She said quietly.

Feya winced. To break someones heart... She had never broken anyones heart. She hated hurting others. A mute girl, would be hurt in so many ways. Could she do this? Or more importantly. Would she do it?

The woman looked disappointed. "This man, will want to help you. Just like you, he always want to help others...Remember, the lighthouse..." She faded away, with these last words.

Feya stared at the spot where the beautiful woman had disappeared. There was more to her, there was a reason why she had chosen her. Her of all people.

The reject, the lonely, the unwanted, the orphan. A bitter look came upon her face. Had the woman known how she had felt? Had she seen that there was very little joy in her life?

What had she meant by, 'He will want to help you.' Did that mean this person, the man, would love her? Love her, like she had always wanted to be loved? A grim smile appeared on her now beautiful face.

Well, it was time to go commit that suicide she had always wanted to try. She grabbed the best fitting clothes she could find. With this figure, she would have to do some shopping. She stared at herself in the mirror.

Boy, would Will flip! She thought with pleasure. A deep blush came to her face.

Will, was the love of her life. He didn't know it, but she planned on marrying him.

She slipped on some flip-flops. "At least they still fit." She mumbled amusedly. She picked up the huge bundle of money that the woman had left on the dresser.

She stared at it, a wide grin spreading across her face.

Life was good...

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Kyrie sat down quickly. There was no way, that Aura would win. If she did, Kyrie was done for.

Kyrie stared at the special container she had stowed the voice. She could hear it, singing so beautifully. Her fist clenched. A jealous rage coming over her.

If only she had been given that voice! He would have married her! She would have been the one giving birth to a spoiled little one. Not that it mattered, because if she had been his wife. She would have been spoiled too.

She stood up and walked to her mirror. She stared at her reflection. It was her only source of relaxation. She was still beautiful. Exceptionally so, even more beautiful than Eve.

If only, she had thought to steal Eve's voice. Maybe, Rowe... would have chosen her.

Yeah, yeah! I know! I've gotten so many stories up, but I have finished a single one! But this story. I thought it was such a good idea!

A story about why the sea witch did what she did. How the little mermaid, served her eternity. Its interesting, is the least I can say for it.

Don't worry I have the second chapter ready. Please, give me your opinion. Right now, it is just a one shot.

So, I would definitely like to hear what you think.

You rock socks!

-Lightzing ;)