A few days later, I found myself on a boat.
This time, I was carrying Chanel, my daughter, who was born safely in my bedroom with the help of my mother, who acted as my supporter and midwife throughout the whole process.
Yes, Melody, the daughter of King Eric and Queen Ariel, the first person born of land and sea, had finally given birth. It would be quite an understatement to say that in 16 years, I have done what many people could not accomplish in 80 years, nevermind 60-70.
Now that the merfolk and humans were united as one, being able to freely interact with one another, I found myself starting the day by carrying Chanel into the ballroom where I had my 12th birthday celebration. There, several young people my age were watching.
"Awwwwww," said the young women, as they saw Chanel. "She is so beautiful!"
I was still recovering from the birth, mentally and physically. But I was at least strong enough by this point to be able to walk and carry my daughter out into the beach.
There, several merfolk were gathered. They cheered and applauded with joy as they saw Chanel. I then boarded a ship which would head out into the sea.
Minutes later, I saw my grandfather. "Congratulations, Melody," he said in his low, deep voice.
He gently caressed the cheeks of his first great grandchild, and as with me, he gifted Chanel a locket.
"Thank you, grandfather!" I smiled.
My parents were there, smiling happily and celebrating the birth of their first grandchild.
Just then, Chanel let out a loud cry.
"Shhhhhhhhh! Don't cry!" I smiled.
"I think she is hungry," my mother remarked.
"Probably time to head back," said my father.