Beyond the Surface: Feralla's Story

Chapter Nine: Ezraketh

Kyne Lo motioned me to come closer to the crystal ball. He closed his eyes, humming a familiar tune. "Ak rah jo hamman, Feralla tuum ak nehk look fiin do shan. Rah hamman wook kun Ezraketh fus kyn lo gryne." I watched the old monk in amazement, for I had always admired the art of tongue. A gift from the Sea Gods. The art of learning the ancient extremely difficult to comprehend, language of Divines. "Now show me!" He demanded the potion I created to be gentley spread along the crystal ball. I follow orders, slowly pouring the green liquid over the crystal ball watching it steam, hiss, and glow.
        "Ah," He says with a frown.. "What! What is it wise one?" He shakes his head in defeat. "Save him" He whispers. All of sudden everything goes black again, and the music stops, all happy feeling gone. All I have left is my necklace, a satchel made by the alchemists, and a glass bow. I pick up the bow in confusion. "Wha--?" Then I hear a scream, "Feralla! Come quick please save me!" My heart dropped. Masley! I ran as fast as I possibly could. Through the darkness I see a small hole of light and run faster toward it. I see the ocean. Then I see red. No please no. When I reach the end of the dark realm I attack Ezraketh before she could strike Masley again.
        She laughs in that horrifying demonic laugh. "Oh how sweet you've come to repay the favor my dearest friend?" Enraged I cut her down with my sword and while airborne I shoot the glass/gold encrusted arrow into her blackened heart. With no mercy still I tackle her to the ground, "What is this? You didn't have any strength before you were just as weak as--" with three arrows between my fingers I slash her face as if they were claws. "Silence you demon! Don't you dare mention my mother again. Burn in hell where the likes of you belong!" As I run towards her tail Masley throws me his sword and I cut the serpent's tail off.

        She begins to shrink back down to the old lady she once was. I smash one of the poisons I had in my satchel on her head and she shrinks into a size smaller than a grain of rice. Then I stomp on her lifeless body, burrying her into the filthiness of the ocean so the parasitic one celled creatures of the bottom of the ocean can bed fed. "Feralla.." Masley whispers in amazement. "Shh" I hush him as I stare off into the distance. "She's resting in peace now." It was my mother I was referring to. I've beaten the realm destroyer that only legends spoke of. I, a small, young, poor mermaid have beaten a legend.