Caught up in a war she never knew she was part of, Sereia has the power to challenge the gods. She just doesn't know it yet.
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Sereia Darya Naida Kar is a Mermaid. Secretly descended from the Gods of the Ocean and the Gods of the Sky, S...
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(Meir's P.O.V)
I had been the one to come upstairs yesterday to see Sereia had woken up and was clutching her head, eyes wide. I had also been the one who woke up first by her scream two nights ago. My whole family had been woken up from that scream, as was the whole block, and when we realized that Sereia was missing we had split up to find her. I had raced down to the cove first.
I don't know why, but I had a feeling she was there - she and I shared the same love for the ocean and swimming.
I had been the one to find her. She had been laying halfway in the water, passed out, naked, with tears streaming down her face even in sleep.
To this day, we don't know what she was doing in the water. We have no idea why she had been the one to let out that bloodcurdling scream.
I was a detective. I was thrilled by mysteries. And for some reason, my sister was my next target.
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I knew something was off with Sereia the minute she stepped through the doorway for breakfast.
Maybe no one else could notice it, but for some reason, I could. And it scared me. We were all tiptoeing around eggshells with her nearby, and she knew that. It felt like it was a competition for who could see her crack first. I kept my eyes trained on the dark-haired beauty as she fluttered around the kitchen, giving kisses to everyone she came across, and manhandling the coffee maker.
She was weirdly happy today, and I could almost see her now pale skin shimmering with energy as she turned her other-worldly gaze to the window. A sigh escaped Sereia's lips, and for once, she didn't look burdened as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and turned her teal gaze to the beach outside. Her features were not molded into a passive facade, instead, they had shifted into a deliriously happy, calm certainty, and there was something unreadable and powerful in her stare.
It was plain creepy.
As if feeling my stare, Sereia turned and locked eyes with me. I might have been imagining this, but I'm sure she winked before sinking into the shadows. I blinked.
