The Followers Of The Prophecy

Friends from Hillford

It was an extremely small village, too near the abyss. I wouldn't even bother calling it a village. There were at most six coral in which people lived, and a small cave they called a market. The citizens here had to travel if they wanted to get anything of use done. Melannid, without explanation, dove down to one of the coral. She stopped at its entrance. She hesitated, deciding to remove the lid from the entrance, knock on it, or leave. Melannid recognized her own physical appearance. It was obvious she got into a fight. And more obvious that she wasn't the most conservative being.

"As people who are working together, we tell our business. Especially when we know the area," Twyla said to her, as I struggled to catch up to them.

"Shh!" Melannid exclaimed, "Be quiet. If you're so eager to know, we're in Abyssmus." Curiously, we remained quiet, floating nearby, "I want to see my mother before I leave her forever. I hope this time she'll be happy to see me."

Before Melannid finally decided to open the lid, it flew open and two children came swimming out at full speed, laughing and screaming with joy. After our gasps, a masculine mermaid popped out of the coral after them. He had a strong tail and muscles, a full beard, long brown natural hair tied with some sort of bandana, and a sculpted face. Melannid remained quiet, and alarmed, as she looked at the rest of us. She poked her head behind the lid to see the inside of the coral, and a feminine siren slowly swam out. A siren of a beautiful long, turquoise tail. She had flawless dark skin, penetrating hazel eyes, full lips, and blonde natural thick hair. She looked quite older than the masculine mermaid. The lid closed, and the older siren realized Melannid was behind it, and gasped disgustedly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a deep, angry voice, "Mirhad."

The masculine mermaid looked back, after catching the two children; a small masculine siren and a small feminine mermaid.

"Mother," Melannid said, "You don't have to get your paramour on me."

"Paramour?" the siren answered sternly, "I divorced your father a decade ago. Accept it. Mirhad is my husband."

"Whatever, I don't care," Melannid retorted, "I came here for two things. My book and my clothes. I'm going to the surface."

"That's it?" her mother said, "You disappear for four years, come back with random people, and you don't even mention the kids?"

"What about them?" she shrugged.

"They're your siblings, Melannid," she said, "You can at least ask how they are doing."

"They're not my siblings. They're not father's kids," Melannid answered.

"But they're mine," her mother said back, "Alguni, Elrir, get in the coral with your dad, I'll be there in a minute."

The mother glanced at us, and turned to face Melannid. She grabbed her daughter's arm, and dragged her behind the coral with authority. They talked in their privacy for about twenty minutes, as Phaedra kept sleeping on Sebaiwhyn's shoulder, and slowly, we all felt like we would fall asleep as well. Melannid's mother came back, and offered us to go inside her coral. In their living room, there were two small couches. Only two people could sit on each, so Phaedra, Sebaiwhyn, Morgan, and me sat on them. Icarus, Twyla, and Venus sat on the floor.

"I apologize for my initial impression," the mother said, "My daughter is a bit of a handful."

"We know," I answered, subtly touching my cheek.

"My name is Etheria. This is my husband, Mirhad. And two of my kids, Alguni and Elrir," she passed plates of good looking food around for us, "I'm sorry I'm holding you back this evening, but Clackton is two hours ahead still. You need some fuel."