Mermaids are Menacing (Book 2) Complete

80.) A Wake Up Call

I woke up with a dry mouth. Trying to swallow didnt help. I pushed the thiughts of what transpired in the night out of my head. Thinking about it would just confuse me. When I tried to prop myself up to get out of bed, I found myself to be surrounded by arms, feet and tails. Sometime in the night the kids must have crept in with quiet feet and climbed in.

I sighed looking at them.
"I love you, i love you, i love you." I whispered in a throat cracking chant, before kissing each little face. I cuddled them in closer and rubbed my face against theirs. The heaviness in my heart dispersed but the ache in my throat didnt. So I moved and rolled and wiggled my way out of the bed and left the girls to their sprawled monopoly of the bed.

Something unexpected happened. There were no servants in the wing, none at all. This was unusual. While they were not usually walking around in big numbers at night I knew there were still some cleaning and doing prepwork in the late hours, simply because I could hear it. If not in my area there was some up in other areas of the top.

But there was no one. I looked in the kitchens and out passed Vees room. I couldnt hear any foot steps. The girls were still asleep but i probably shouldnt be gone to long without telling them first. Thinking that i picked up the pace and started sprinting. Something in my gut didnt feel right.

I ran through the stone halls, decorated rooms opening and closing doors at random. The lower I went the more vibrations I felt. What is that? It made my tail swish anxiously.

The throne room was the source of it all. I began seeing or more accurately hearing humans in kitchens. The quick steps of their feet. The sounds of exertion as they carried things. The commotion got louder and louder. It wasnt just humans here, it was dragons. They were early. Much to early. I could hear the sounds of wings. The vibration of heavy objects landing on stone floor, and the cadence of voices in conversation.

I didn't need to walk any further and i went back to the girls. Some part of me was kicking myself for not expecting this. They sent lots of gifts when Vee was born and even had people trying to get a peak at him. Now there are two girls, and all these people decide to come more than a week earlier than expected. Do they have nothing better to do than stare at my kids?

I thought I had more time to think of something! Now it feels like my time has run out completely. The stress of it was upsetting my stomach. Breath through it just breath. Take a breath and without letting the air out take a second breath. Hold it. Then release. Relax your shoulders with the exhale. I became painfully aware how dry my throat was again. First a drink. Then as much food as I can carry. All the food i could find was taken to the kitchen area in my own wing. When that task was finished i went to Vees room and snatched him out of his bed, taking him with me.

The rest of the day was spent staying in and watching the door was suspicious eyes. I expected a stranger to burst in at any moment. The girls wanted to go out but I didn't let them. It was to risky. There was an unrational fear that if I go out with them they would be stolen from me.

Dante was also not here when he was expected to. No doubt he was up to his horns managing the new guests. If he was to busy to come then I was happy to have the day off. When the feeling came to a head I started stacking furniture in front of the door like a barricade. It wouldnt really keep a dragon out especially if they really wanted in, but I felt better about it being there. Even a few extra moments of preperation could mean the difference between an ambush and a head on head fight. I needed to protect my hatchlings and my bigger children.

Sleeping was also an issue now. I had wanted to get them used to sleeping without me but now that it was more dangerous I needed to keep them with me as much as possible. Every soft item I could find in the wing was taken to my room and added to the floor. It needs to be as comfortable as possible in here. I felt my mind slipping but it was like a rock rolling down the hill, it wouldnt stop. I couldnt stop. I was possessed with a spirit of anxiety. It slithered and crawled inside me.

The kids seemed to not understand my weird behavior but I could tell they were also getting anxious. I fed them and we stayed in the room all day without being bothered by the new arrivals. A few servants tried to get in the door a couple times but after I had told them to stay out they seemed to get the hint.

When night came i still couldnt sleep. I listened to the light snores but stayed awake. I was sure at anymoment some one would try to burst through the door and take my kids. But ill die first.

My den.
My kids.
My den.
My kids.

They are so fragile. I have to protect them. I need to keep them away from those who would try to take advantage of them. My offspring are so young. They need to be stronger before they go out into the outside world.

I sat up against the far wall. Watching the bedroom door. I closed my eyes and continued to hear the racket of human steps in the night. The sound of pots and pans. Fires burning. My heart beat echoed in my ears louder and louder with increasing speed. No one was in our space but my body didn't believe it. We were in danger i was sure of it. Despite my thoughts no one burst in during the night. It was as if we were forgotten.