Most of the merpeople live closer to the surface, but although rare, deep-sea merpeople do exist.
I am one of them, covered in dark scales and pale eyes adapted to the severe lack of light. There isn't much to do so far from the surface world but hunt. Hunt for food, and hunt for the ancient treasures that have once sunken slowly only to be lost. Well, lost for most living beings, but the people of the deep-sea know how to make use of them.
Those of lighter surroundings trade much for some of this treasure, you see, and lucrative deals can be struck with just the right rarity or curiosity.
Sometimes they can even find someone to trade what the deep-sea merpeople treasure most themselves: a bright soul to light the darkness of the ocean floor.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
