Yeah, I'm exited about this new story so we have to enjoy the wave of creativity while it lasts. :D
His bare feet kept walking, his nerves apparently unaware of the stony ground under them. The dark heavy cloak floated just above the soil, never really touching it.
The boy dressed in black didn't even look back, when the resonant sound of bells reached his ears. He didn't bothered staying until the end of the ceremony.
What was the point, either way? There was nothing to say goodbye to…
He could already hear it, from a far. The anticipation of sight of the immense mass of water, just in the other side of the hill didn't hurry him up. Is heart was too heavy to be filled with his natural wonder and happiness.
So as it was, he couldn't really see the beauty of the place, as he used to see. Now, the grass covered mountains that fell like steep cliffs into the tumultuous waters, seemed only like walls, trapping him in this colorless place.
And now, through his equally tumultuous heart, in everything alike to the sea he grew up with, stemmed a great storm.
He kept his hand firmly clenched in a fist, close to his body, from his right one hanging a long crimson scarf.
He was sick of people telling him they were sorry and for him to be strong, he was sick of the ever grey sky, he was sick of…
The boy finally got to the top of the hill and was greeted with the familiar salty breeze. His lips curled into a pleased smile, crystal blue eyes absorbing the breath taking landscape before him. No, he would never grow sick of the wind, his good friend and oldest companion.
But his small smile disappeared just as fast.
Because, as his eyes landed on the vast mass of water, he felt only pain and anger. And although his people needed the sea as desperately as any fish would, he promised, right then and there, that he would never forgive the ocean for what it did to him.
Jackson Overland Frost felt irremediably and utterly betrayed by one of, he used to think, dearest friends.
His fists clenched even further, digging nails into his pale skin, teeth gritting with rage.
The wind played with his clothes and hair, oblivious to the boy's fury. So, when the breeze inadvertently brought the scarlet cloth to his field of vision, it triggered a reaction inside the Jack's core that no one could stop now.
So he went down the hill, heading towards the one place that would used to make him feel better.
But now, the sound of the waves crashing in the sand, instead of playing the role of a relaxing factor, only seemed to fuel his rage. The sound kept echoing in his mind, as if mocking him. He felt his bare feet slightly sinking in the silty ground, as he marched towards the water.
And when the cool liquid engulfed his toes, he couldn't hold it any longer.
- HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! – he screamed at the top of his lungs. – WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU, SO YOU WOULD TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!
He started kicking the sand and the water, taking hands full of dirt and throwing it towards the waves.
- W-WHY, WHY WOULD YOU TAKE HER? – and he fell on his knees. His throat hurt, but his heart hurt the most.
- Why would you take her…? - he mumbled, defeated, eyes flooding themselves with long retained tears, anxious to get free. But one single tear licked his cheek to join the great mass of tears that came to comfort him.
- Please bring her back… - he begged, eyeing the red cloth in his lap, the tears dripping towards the clear liquid.
But suddenly, he heard a much louder splash, in the rocks just ahead.
His head instantly snap up, crystal blue eyes searching madly for what felt into the water.
It was almost without thinking that Jack got up, feet immediately running towards the group of exposed rocks. The boy couldn't prevent the small flicker of hope from lightening itself inside him, fueling his legs, his lungs, his heart. The long scarf flew just behind him, swirling happily in the wind.
Jack jumped into the water, easily dodging and climbing the slippery rocks, just like he was so used to do, not for a minute caring for his wet formal cloths or for the bright scarf that lightly caressed the ocean.
He finally got behind the big rock from which the splashing sound came from, breathing heavily from the emotion.
- Oh Em, I thought you wer-
But he couldn't finish his sentence, as he tried took in what his eyes showed him.
When her eyes caught sight of the vibrant color, her heart apparently stopped for an instant.
And it was funny, in a way, because all her face and chest splashed that same color she was so curious about. It was a color of danger, her morphing skin reflecting the threat her too nosy nature had put her into in the first place.
Because, you see, in its way towards the depths of the sea, light lost most of its colors, remaining only the highest radiations of blue. So the mermaid never had the opportunity to witness such warm hues.
And, as if it wasn't already bad she swimming so near to land, she came across with the mere creature she ought to avoid. She surely was in deep trouble.
So she instinctively tried to return to the water, the environment she should never had left in the first place. With the panic, her dive ended to be rather clumsy, the weight of her fin causing a big splash in the waves. Great!
As if it wasn't enough, the liquid was shallower than she had expected, ending with her powerfully hitting her head in one of the submerged rocks. Toothiana immediately brought her hand to her temple, groaning with the pain and dizziness it caused.
In the middle of the confusion, the increasing waves played with her dizzy self, taking no mercy in tumbling her form against the surrounding rocks. She groaned, when her back hit another sharp reef.
Her mind only screamed for her to run away, before the human caught sight of her.
She desperately flicked her tail, blindly swimming. She could hear the splash of steps right behind her, the reverberating sound spreading all the way until her ears, only increasing her disorientation.
She breathed heavily, gasping when the floating sediments entered her sensitive branchiae.
Her heart didn't seem able to endure the panic any longer.
Why wasn't the water getting deeper? Where was she going?
Toothiana tried to concentrate, to see something in the middle of her mad runaway. She seemed to snap awake, when she felt the rough sand under her belly.
Her eyes looked around, but she was surrounded by the cloud of floating sediments that her beating fin brought up. She released a high pitched scream that travelled through the water, resounding in the nearby denser surfaces, and echoing back to her acute hearing. With that, her specialized brain calculated the aspect of the area that imprisoned her.
When she realized where she was, her head immediately popped out of the water, as if she didn't believe in what she heard.
But unfortunately it was true.
She hiccupped, eyeing desperately the walls that surrounded her in a small, shallow bay. The mermaid had merely a meter of water, and the tide kept retrieving.
Her only chance was to go back by the narrow passage.
She used her arms, not wanting to fill the water of sand once more.
Toothiana was almost escaping when she found her way out blocked by a tall from.
Her pink eyes lifted slowly, until they reached the pale face, only to encounter two blue eyes, deep as the ocean itself, full with a strange mix of an empty confusion and a forming storm of anger, which presaged nothing good.
And they meet...
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