My Mysterious Life; Book 1

Trapped

"Sylvia" I whispered, "we have to do something!" "SHHH! Don't let him hear you. My dad is very strict and with me swimming away from him, he's VERY mad!" Silvia said. I shivered. What will he do to us?? I wondered. "Look, he's your father and you are the one who's been living in the sea for years. I can't be the one to save us now!" I said in my muffled voice. Sylvia arched an eyebrow. I realized that my voice was still barely understandable. All that Sylvia heard was; "Look hesh yourph faphther and yogh arsh the onesh who's bin liphening in the shea..."
Then she realized basically what I said. She got a nervous expression on her face and swam over to her father. She whispered something, but all that I could make out was: "burning sea medals instead." My eyes went wide. In no time, I was brought, in to a room where I was in chains. Sylvia winked at me and swam in circles around her father something glowing white came out of him. It went into her! She did this to several other guards that were in the room. The rest ran out the door. "What did you just do?!?!" I screeched. That's when her father stood back up and became mad. He used his "powers" to heat up the metal that I was in. It burned like hell. "Stop!" Sylvia yelled. She torpedoed over to me and whipped the chains with her now-strong, tail. They burst open. We swam away. I was still burning. I had scars from the steaming metal. It hurt... a lot. "Ow!" I shrieked as one of the scars on my arm brushed past some coral. "Are you ok?" Sylvia asked. "Well, considering your father just scorched me with burning metal? Not really. But we have much worse things to worry about! Your father is still out there looking for both of us. Where do we go??" I said shakily. "Look, we know that if we go on land, he'll just grow legs and find you and I. So, we have to hide somewhere he can't get to us. We need to go in to the ocean." She said. "Ok... How do you know that he won't look for us there?" "Look, my father can't be in salt water. He'll disinigrate." Sylvia responded quickly. "Wait, if your father can't stand salt water, how can you?" I asked suspiciously. "I got those genetics from my mom, kind of. I can stand salt water for up to a half-hour... No longer." "Ok, then we'd better hurry." I said.