Ola, I'm back, Amigos: )
This is actually part I of what I am going to upload today so a certain someone don't need to be too worried about not see their name mentioned up here... :)
The second part is where that person has inspired me to write :)
By the way, all the facts about Mermaids in this series have been combined by different mythologies and etc, so please don't question "why are the mermaids evil while mermans are gentle?" because I don't know either... :/
Happy reading as usual, Eh.
Wait for it! Double upload today!
Ariel, we miss you.
The waves whispered into her ear.
Come back.
Ariel sat up from her bed. She slipped off the bed, holding onto the railings, she silently limped to the upper deck, as she did on her first night at the ship. The waves and breezes were gentle; the moon glowed in the dark evening with her accompanying stars. Like her sisters should have accompanied her, through her darkest times.
Ariel, the voices beneath called. Come, we miss you.
Ariel looked down at the ocean. Her sister's skin glowed like the moon the dark, pearl creamy skin contrasted the rich indigo sea. Their shoulder length hair lacked their previous glamor, but was made up with precious jewels that belong to the ocean king. Though, none would compare to her emerald necklace.
Why have you come? You never come earlier? Ariel mouthed to them.
Talk to us, Ariel, say something. The voices whispered. Their eyes pleading with false guilt, completely unaware that Ariel had in fact tried to communicate not through means of sound.
I did. Ariel mouthed again, but she knew they couldn't hear her, or even look at her. They felt bad for her, for leaving her behind. They had so cold-bloodedly left her to drown in the waves, why come back now? Looking at the glowing jewels, she suddenly understood.
Mermaids were man-eaters, cruel blooded and cold hearted. They were not molded by nature to caress and love. The weaker of the species, mermans were the only ones cursed with tender and love. Ariel must have meant to been an outcast because despite her being a mermaid she always had a soft heart. She was the one who was most sensitive of all her sisters (probably the kingdom too) and even so it had always been her Father who had turned to her pleas. The Queen always had too many matters at hand to attend the upset little princess.
She'll always be Daddy's girl, Ariel realized.
Father had asked them to bring her home, in exchange for the jewels. They weren't here because they cared about her; it was only for the jewels. She should have known.
Ariel felt her heart sank like a dead fish. She watched in silence, as her sisters soon got annoyed of it. Eventually with their tails whirling in the dark murky ocean, swaying with the waves, they headed back home without Ariel.
Only when the salty liquid dripped down to the corner of her lip, did she realized she had cried. It still shocked her how humans could cry. When she was still a mermaid, she could never cry. The salty water always mixed with the tears before she ever realized she was sad.
Being a human is so sad. Ariel decided. She let the wind kiss her tears dry, but it seemed that the tears never stopped leaking from her big green eyes. For the longest time, she just stood there, waiting for the sun to rise.
Opening her mouth, she tried to sing.
Of course, nothing happened. It had been Ariel's first attempt since she had been mute to try to make some noise. She expected nothing, obviously, but it still felt like a sharp needle driven into her heart when she heard the ocean's calmness instead of her sweet singing voice. The soft wind brushed Ariel's reddened cheeks as if to comfort her.
What use is a mermaid, when she couldn't even sing? Tears trickled down her cheek again, and she finally let out a sob. She had been tired of pretending to be brave. All those loud talk of why would someone care was simply because for one, she wanted someone to care. Throughout her life she had been treated as the unwanted. Frankly, she was tired of it. She wanted someone to sincerely care for her. Not because of her looks or guilt or jewels.
She wanted to know that she was needed, that there was someone around who cared even if she was a complete traitor to her species or a slut. She wanted to throw away all those tiny voices in her head that were screaming you are a cold-blooded monster who doesn't care for anything or anyone. No one cares for you either.
Deep down, she wanted to be loved.
Poor Ariel. Read and Review as usual :)
