The wedding week had finally arrived. It consisted of hair removal, shopping and numerous makeup trials. Grace was stuck between blue and pink, deciding which went best with the napkins. "Blue will be best! But pink will go with the inside of his tux!" Grace was in a fit. "Was I like this on our wedding?" Ariel asked Eric after hearing Grace Scream for maids. "No, you were too busy, you know, being a mermaid." Ariel shooshed him and walked away, unsure why she was talking to him in the first place. She went to find Coral, the two still planning on ending the wedding. She found her on the dock, talking to a man in a suit. "Why, hello! My name is Ariel. I live on the palace by the water. May I be so bold as to ask who you are?" Ariel was always uber-friendly to new people, to show that she was happy in the life she was living instead of wishing for another home. The man turned and shook her hand. "My name is Hans. I'm talking to your friend here. She has quite an interesting story to tell. I write novels you know-"His attention turned back to Coral "And I think your story would make quite a wonderful book. I won't include names, of course. I have to leave now." After the man turned and left Ariel asked what she had told him. I told him where I came from and how I became a mute, Coral wrote, how I was once a mermaid. Ariel was stunned at first. She soon realised the familiarity of the story. "I was once a mermaid."
Grace looked beautiful. Her silk gown flowed behind her as she walked down the aisle. Many people were crying, Coral one of them, but no tears fell from her eyes. She knew her deadline and so did Ariel, now. After the wedding she only had one night left. Joseph stood at the end of it all, beaming. He had a girl, no matter what he chose. It almost sounded scripted. Coral ran out of the room, crying what a mermaid could cry. Nothing. For a mermaid has no tears so therefore she suffers so much more. She ran to the water's edge, unable to feel the cool waters touch, hidden by shame. A head bobbed up from the water and Coral was surprised to see her sisters float up from there ocean home. AT first she didn't realise it was them, for they had no hair. "We have come to help! Stab the bastard and when the blood is on your feet you will become a mermaid again. Do it by tonight!" Unable to answer, Coral watched her only connection to home drift away. They had risked so much for her! They sacrificed their hair, family and nearly their lives for if they had been seen they would've been killed. She turned, dagger in hand and saw Ariel on the bank. Realisation passed through her face, the look of fear taking over. Coral heard the final music begin to play and saw the sun begin to fade away. She had until the morning to stab her love or else she would die.
Could she do this? What could she do?
Become blind to the most obvious things.
Become blind to love and commit murder.
How things have changed since she were a mermaid.