An Ariel that never reached the air
The sound of waves breaking on the shore stirs her from her reverie as she stares at the blood dripping down her pale legs. 'How curious', she thinks, 'even his blood is not like mine.'
She takes once more glance at the prince who never loved her, lying dead near his new bride, and walks away.
She rejoins the sea, her legs and feet melting back into a scaled tail. Her sisters crowd around her, delicate long hair gone, a petty sacrifice for their youngest sibling. They smile and tell her that it was for the best, that the prince had been ungrateful, that her life was worth much more than his.
Was it for the best? For who?
The prince, his soul lost in the heavens?
The princess, waking to the corpse of her beloved?
Herself, hands stained with carmine red, a mark of sin for slaughtering he who held her heart? Though…
He had been rather ungrateful, constantly asking her to dance while her feet bled light, and then marrying another but … he hadn't known that dancing was the most horrible of tortures to her (she had put on a very convincing air of enjoying it), and…he had loved the princess before her anyways. Wasn't she the one who was ungrateful?
And she knew her life was less than his. He was human; she, glorified sea foam.
And she knew she lost her chance to join him in aerial paradise.
And in three hundred some years, when her fate could no longer be delayed, she would still feel remorse.
A/N: Yes, this is Sea Winds Shaking, a gift-fic to the wonderful Jax-Win. I'm cleaning up my page, and frankly this story reads like a part of Waiting. However, it is still, without a doubt, Jax-Win's gift-fic. Jax-Win, if you want it to be its own story, tell me and I'll put it back up right away.
Oh, and that reminds me. The last chapter of Waiting is in the works, but I don't really have a fairytale I want to do. If you have anything you want to see, please tell me. PM, vote in the poll, review.