Hello Loved ones:)
AND I'm BACK. After a long hiatus of this story, i have finally finished my plot outline and it should be in no time that this story will finally reach an end!
A huge thanks to all those who kept reviewing after I completely left fanfic :) Here is a new chapter for you all :)
Happy readings, love. eh.
Chester sat in the unnecessarily large crimson velvet armchair, flipping through pages of foreign text Ariel couldn't understand. His hat long absent from his head, sat quietly and obediently on the hanger next to the entrance door.
Chester's house (or tower) stood at the edge of the cliff in the dark forbidden forest. Rows and rows of unending dark trees stretched across the horizon to no one knew where. The trees were so tall, that even though Chester's tower was fairly tall, that they blocked the windows. Not a single ray of fragile sunlight was able to slip past the guards of the trees, and enter to enlighten the gloom in the tower.
The velvet chair scratched the floor in protest as Chester leant back to take a rest. The thick hard copy book that smelt of wood was thrown on the floor, in Chester's frustration. He didn't like to be confused, but he just couldn't make sense of this all.
Was she still a mermaid? Was she not? How to get her to go back to the way she was?
Chester's perfectly sculpted eyebrows knotted in frustration. His cat like eyes scanned the room for another book to read to enlighten him. He knew he didn't really have to do this, but he wanted to.
Her wishes are his demand; he would do anything to make her happy…
Heavy footsteps came from the hallway. Chester sat back up, and slipped out of the room. He eyed the girl leaning towards the wall in an attempt to help her walk. "You need anything?"
I just waned to eat something. The fiery red head stared back, but her eyes told him what he needed to hear.
"There's some bread in the room to the left if you'd like,"
Thank you.
"Well," Chester leaned on the door frame, "Don't get too comfortable here. After I figure out how to give you a tail, you won't be living here anymore."
She nodded and started to move towards the right. It puzzled Chester sometimes, how she seemed so indifferent. Chester hadn't offered the fish a room, or really, anything for her to do during the stay at the tower, but she never complained or protested.
Once, a couple days into their stay, Chester passed by the fireplace where he left her on their first day here, and saw her just lying there on the carpet. By her legs were some grey white cloth that used to drape over the furniture to keep them clean, it seem so that she used them as a makeshift blanket.
She just laid there, the grey white cloth bunched by her stagnant long marble legs, on the deep blood crimson carpet. One of her hands stretched upwards, like she was reaching for something. Her fingers desperately grasped for the nonexistent object that seemed to hang just above her reach. Her brilliant gemmed green eyes had this strangely distant look, and her mind seemed to wander in a space even Chester himself could not appear to understand…
Chester often wondered to himself, what is with this girl?
Her indifference is so amusing, yet so confusing. What did she go through? He wanted to know. Her existence sparked the curiosity of him. He wanted to know what is with this girl.
Chester returned back to his study, and crawled onto the velvet chair. Picking up the book he was reading previously, he found a comfortable position to resume his reading.
The thick bound book was full of mysterious descriptions that made Chester's mind spin round and round. Chester flipped through it, uninterested. This book of mysterious creatures, third edition obviously wasn't as useful as he wished it would be. Sure, he learned all about mermaids he could for the last couple of days – how they eat, how they sleep, how they reproduce with that freaking awkward tail of theirs… But nothing of importance – nothing on how to get a human to become a mermaid – let alone return to being a mermaid.
The golden-eyed man threw the book on the floor again and stretched. What should he have for dinner? Tuna? Was there any left over canned tuna in the kitchen? He ate some last night…
To the think of it, perhaps he didn't want canned tuna after all. If only there was a way to make canned tuna reverse back to live tunas, with that brilliant ocean-y smell…
Chester's eyes lit up. Perhaps he had been looking at the wrong book all along. Perhaps the key here is not to getting her as a human to become a mermaid – but rather, to have her return to being a mermaid. Not starting from zero, but returning to one… Chester liked this idea.
He jumped off the velvet chair, and hurried towards the bookshelf. Blowing away the dust on the dark blue covered book, he pulled it out carefully. It was a very old book after all, he hadn't read it since he first obtained it. Flipping through the yellow stained pages eagerly, Chester stopped at the page where a big ancient clock illustration was drawn there.
Now, Chester though excitedly, what do we know about the Reversal Potion?
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