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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I could tell Aerwyna was scared. Petrified, even.
Her violet eyes were wide and trailing over the golden sand, her fists clenched as strangled breaths push their way out of her mouth. She blinked, long eyelashes fluttering, and - for the hundredth time, I marveled at the physical change in her. She was looking almost fully healed, and stunning took a new meeting.
Her hair danced while in the water, floating around her head like a mahogany, cherry, and cooper red halo, but on land, it fell around her shoulders in thick, wet strands, weighed down by salt and water. Her vibrant, large eyes seemed to glow when spiraling through the ocean, and her skinny, boney body, actually looked healthier, with curves steadily replacing jutting out bones. Her gashes and scraps had started to heal, showing off flawless, radiant brown skin, but some scars still nestled in her face, shrinking white lines carving their way around her features; which were not as severe, and getting softer with the more food she digested. She just seemed healthier since being set free from her metal prison, which was good. She would need all her strength for this; it was going to be painful.
Aerwyna gnawed on her lip, wrapping still-stick-thin arms around herself as she whispered morosely, "Are you sure we should do this?"
No. I wasn't sure of anything, but to be fair, I had an excellent reason. I was a wreck, and I happened to be about to transform someone into a human, something I knew was painful.
It had been a few days, I had honestly lost count. Meir, Alton, and I had been slowly traveling upwards, Aerwyna steadily regaining her strength. She had fully woken up when we were in the twilight zone, but it was not safe for her in the ocean with her still so weak. So Meir, Alton, and I had come to possibly the most immature, horrible, unformed, and appalling idea; we were going to try to transform Aerwyna into a human.
As I said, horrible idea.
It was official. My life had completely flipped upside down. A month ago, I never would have thought my life would change like this.
We were in the sunlight zone, dappled sunbeams shining through the ocean's waves, lighting up the sea. My tail glimmered like thousands of crystals, rainbow light bathing the seafloor in a wide array of colors as I raised my arms, scraping the sharp shell I had found against a rock, hearing the rhythmic shriek whenever they hit each other. I scrapped the shell again, pressing on the wispy items between the shell and the rock; Aerwyna's wavy curls. She had asked me to cut her hair earlier today, saying it was a nuisance, and she preferred it waist-length, rather than trailing past her tail, getting caught on the rocky sea bed.
