Renesmee, a mermaid who broke a sacred law, is exiled to live in the human world for retribution. But her other half, Sardina, fights to find a way to reunite them again.
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There must be something in the water today.
It's calm and salty, unlike most days, when it ravages in an uncalmdownable temper and tastes like the sand on the ocean floor.
Something's wrong. Or hopefully, right.
But again, what could ever be right after what happened that day twelve years ago? It's like the sea knew how I felt, and it reciprocated.
"Happy thirteenth anniversary, dear best friend." I whispered, holding tight to the aquamarine gemstone pendant of my necklace with my eyes closed.
Like every year on this day, the ocean flowed halcyon memories back to me.
Renesmee beaming at me at twelve years old as we shuffled through the water.
"Best friends stick together forever." She had said, holding onto her own aquamarine gemstone. A twin pendant of mine.
"Promise that it would always be this way?" I stared deep into her dark eyes.
"I promise." She nodded, staring back at me as she said that. "Promise me the same, Dina."
She understood how much what we had done scared me to the point of insanity. What I had done.
"I promise, Rene."
Just like that, we sealed it with a kiss. A knot to never be untied.
Except that it did become untied in the worst way possible.
We both knew it would, eventually. We weren't going to last very long. Y'know what the mer-elders say: A thief's days are only ever forty.
And forty days it was.
Me and Renesmee were thrown behind bars. I could still feel the public's awful gawking fixated on us when the court at Bleawille declared us guilty. 'The two abnormal girls who became the first mer-teens to be held within constraints of a jail,' they said. The intensity of our crime had been too much.
Still, I couldn't come upfront with it no matter how hard I tried. It's not like I wanted to drag my best friend into the mess. It simply brought me jitters to face it alone. And even though it was Renesmee's idea in the first place, I was the one who did it.
It was only me. With my own two hands.
No one but me.
For an emperor's daughter who ought to keep her reputation as immaculate as possible, I had ruined it at such a young age in the most stupid way possible.
And I lost the one girl I loved the most while at it. The one person who ever showed me how it feels like to be cared about and to have someone to lean on. The first person ever to prioritize me. My best friend. My purpose.
