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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A day like this twelve years ago, I was underwater.
Lost from the island of Amphitrite, a piece of the earth that rested on the water above the heart of the sea. My home. The place where my parents had me and then . . . didn't. When the waves went as high as the Kilimanjaro and the water raced like a racing river and pulled me away, driving me into a whole other dimension until I wasn't no more.
I wasn't washed back ashore into my mother's arms like I prayed I would. Instead, I woke up in the arms of a total mer-stranger who, without caring about what I tried to say, immediately sent me to 'the home of the lost', an orphanage center in the new strange empire of Bleawille where the water had thought wise to drag me into.
My tears ended up on the orphan mistress's bosom, and no matter how much I begged them to take me back home, they didn't.
"There's no such island named Amphitrite." That's what the Bleawillers told me. "It doesn't exist."
They had searched and claimed that if it truly existed, then it probably got washed away in the same waves that carried me away.
The more time passed, the more I became to realize that I had to learn to be accustomed to the new waters. Since I wasn't of legal age to swim far-off on my own in search of my old home, I named Bleawille my new home. I became one of Delphina's waiting-to-be-adopted pauperized children. Perhaps straying away from my original fate was my real fate.
Three years in the foreboding orphanage, the emperor's family paid us a visit for the first time. That's when I caught sight of someone my age. A beautiful one, with a face of an angel and hair lustrous in pink. Being a twelve-year-old in a house filled with five and nine-year-olds wasn't very much fun, so right when my eyes met Lord Okeanos' middle daughter, I knew I had found the person I needed.
I liked the girl the moment she complimented the two aquamarine gemstones hanging from my neck.
"My mother gave them to me for good luck." I admitted for the first time.
"They're marvelously gorgeous. Can I touch them?"
I nodded.
I liked her again when her fingertips grazed over the skin on my neck as she touched the pendants and the string they hung from.
"I like them." She said to me with a smile.
There was something about her . . . Her smile? Her eyes? Her voice? Her shyness? I had no idea, but I liked to think it was all of her. Everything about her just pulled a certain longing out of me. A craving to be near her. To be her closest person.
But I guess sometimes being too close to someone wasn't good. Because sooner than ever, Sardina and I developed an unhealthy attachment to each other. She made the water feel heavenly and life, magical. It's like I could do anything when she was with me. I felt out of bounds and beyond myself whenever I was with her. A friendship or an obsession? I couldn't exactly name what we had. It was more than a friendship, but again, we were too young to consider it anything too aloof.
