Elara floated in the quiet dark, letting the chaotic pulse of the party bus fade to a dull hum in the distance. She preferred the silence, the deep, uninterrupted quiet of the ocean far from land. It gave her room to think— to brood, really.
These creatures were a plague. She could feel her disgust curling into something darker, more violent. It wasn't just the trash they dumped so carelessly into her home or their hideous, soul-crushing noise; it was the way they existed, ignorant of everything but themselves.
She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle currents brush past her skin like a cool breeze. Somewhere above, the moon was watching. She didn't need to see it to know. Its pull was always there, quiet and distant, shaping the tides and the rhythms of her world. It was old and indifferent, a silent god that never spoke, and Elara found some comfort in that. The moon didn't need words to show its power.
The humans on that boat would never understand. They danced and shouted, oblivious to the presence of a creature just beneath their feet that could end them with a single glance, a single note. And for what? She didn't need to.
They weren't worth the effort most nights. But tonight, the stench of their waste, their carelessness, was making her skin crawl. The urge to act— to do something— tugged at her, pulling her thoughts darker and deeper.
Farther out in the ocean, no one would find them. The sea could swallow up anything, even secrets. Even humans.
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We Breathe Water, You Breathe Lies
FantasyIn the depths of Florida's hauntingly beautiful oceans, where sunlight dances upon the waves and shadows linger beneath, an ancient war brews between the merfolk and their human adversaries. As the tides shift, Elara, a stunningly captivating mermai...
