All Mythical Things

Curiosity Butchered The Cat

Languages : 

'Valari words/ or Erika's mother tongue'   

"Quenya/Sindarin" 

"Westron/Common tongue"

"Others"

 

Disclaimer : LOTR and Silmarillion are properties of J.R.R. Tolkien and Tolkien Estates. None of the songs used in the story are mine too and only borrowed for entertainment purposes.

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- Erika

I've seen lots of movies and TV shows about mermaids and their journey towards something. Different story plots but same concept. Some stories were fighting for love, some about discovering a hidden magic that could transform you into a one powerful mermaid, and there's even this one about mermaids surfacing because of lack of food. All of those stories has a very impressive demonstration of the protagonist's character transformation. They were magical. There are lights and sparkles involve and the dramatics are incredible.

Not like I'm imagining to have the same blinding bright metamorphosis moment but what just happened was downright anticlimactic. Even to my own standards.

I have no idea what is happening. I yelp in shock and tried to wave the steam away thinking it would help but the smoke thickens and even my sight is completely clouded.

I remember my father and the emergency tips he gave my brothers and I if ever a fire occurs, the topic was opened thanks to our school's emergency drill for the fire-prevention month. Being one of the security guards of our school, Pops made sure we know what to do in times of emergency and even theatrically demonstrated some stuffs to us including how to roll on the ground if your clothes are burning. It was a bit comical but we made sure to always listen to all the things he taught us.

Though I'm not really sure whether or not it is applicable to my situation right now or if I really am on fire since I don't feel any heat or pain, I did exactly what I was taught. I rolled on the ground a few times, soaking myself in fine, white sands. It might not be the best idea at the moment but it sure helps because I moved away from the spot where some of the steam has build up. The wind blew them away and the steam gradually dissipates. The first thing that registers into my mind is to check myself.

I scrambled up straight, breathing heavily as if I just had a crossfit marathon. My painfully long hair has stuck into my skin and some has tangled itself around my arms and neck, still damp and coated with sand. It can be called the mess of the century. Even birds won't consider it as a nest. I swept away the strands that fell on my face, spitting the sands that entered my mouth and dusted some in my face. I checked the limb that's visible enough for my eyes to see. I lifted up my forearms, moments ago it was litered with blue scales. Now, I realized that the steam came out of those scales as I watch one slowly dissolves into a thin trail of vapor. All the remaining marks of blue vanished.

My jaw dropped in shock, eyes still scanning all the area it can search, bicep, forearms and even underarm but nothing was found. I looked down and noticed the same thing happens to the other scaly parts of my body. From my breasts, belly, and to the absolutely unbelievable mermaid tail, in its place are my legs back as if nothing happened. My hands are trailing my skin trying to check if this is really happening.