I Am The Last Mermaid

Chapter 10 Darker Times

Chapter 10
Darker Times

{If you're easily frightened or have a fear of violence,blood, gore, and or death, do not read the italics. Reader discretion is advised}

Blood.
Too much blood.
The boy walked among the dead bodies slowly, and as quietly as death, not that they needed that, they were already surrounded by it.
Some of the men were still breathing, but were to die in seconds anyway, so no one came to their aid.
But the blood.
Oh, the blood.
The boy looked down over the fallen bodies, many still had spears, or shards of swords protruding out of their chests, or stomachs. Some throats were sliced, some heads even lay alone, separated from their lost bodies.
The child heard a sob, then a scream. Another soldier claimed by family, their hearts shattered like that of the blades.
But the boy searched for someone in particular.
Someone who had joined the battle long before it started.
'Jonathan,' he remembered the man whispering 'if we don't win this war, fight back. Fight until the last man is left standing, and when he falls, fight for yourself, and for all those who fell before you.'
Jonathan had nodded and raised his head high to those words. His father had spoken them, right before he left.
He tripped suddenly, falling over a lifeless body he had not seen.
He fell face forward onto another man, his body still warm from just recent death, and Jonathan gagged at the stench of death, and rot, and blood.
Then Jonathan saw him.
The very man who had told him to fight for all he had in him, was lying before him, cold and pale...and dead. Because that's what he was, claimed by death.
Jonathan pulled himself to his knees staring at his lifeless father.
He was numb. Numb all over, his heart was pounding and his head was ringing, but yet he could not feel a thing.
Everything was falling, breaking down around him, and the boy didn't know what to do about it.
'Fight' his dead father's voice rang in his head, strong and true.
'Fight until no man is left standing...'
"And when he falls" Jonathan spoke aloud, merely a small boy of eight at the time.
"Fight for yourself and for all those..."
Jonathan took his small shaking hand, feeling hot, stinging tears fall down his face, and closed his father's blue, empty eyes.
"Who fell before you."
Jonathan set his hands back down in his lap, looking at the dead man. People had said dead men were in sleep, but Jonathan could not understand that. These men, his father, they were not sleeping, they were dead, murdered by England.
Jonathan felt a sob escape him. It wretched through him like a cold gust of wind.
He knew the words. He had to say them, for his family, for his honor, for his father's pride.
"May-may-" another sob, more tears.
He had to. He had to. He had to.
For his father, and all those who fell before him.
"MAY. WE. MEET. AGAIN!"
Jonathan slammed his fist to the ground.
Never again could this happen. Not to anyone, ever.
'Ne Obliviscaris' Jonathan thought.
'Do not forget.'
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Angelica

'The sun is rising.'
It was like a clock in my head, telling me the time. When to wake up, when to sleep.
When to swim.
I opened my eyes, and took a deep breath.
Chills ran up and down my spine, making it even harder for me to get out of bed.
But the oceans' call is not to be ignored.
I slowly rose from my bed, and put a dress on.
Smooth silk, and blue, my favorite.
Suddenly a loud noise came from outside. My heart beat a little faster.
Thunder.
I felt myself grin. I loved storms. The bigger the storm, the more challenging the ocean.
And I loved, a challenge.
I looked through the window of my room. It was indeed a storm, and by the looks of it, I bad one.
I was ready to swim, my legs itched with the anticipation of a transformation, and I was ready for my tail back.
But I had to check on Jonathan first.
}~~>•
I walked down the stairs quietly. I didn't know if Jonathan was awake or asleep, and I didn't want to disturb a peaceful sleep.
I approached the wooden door and peered inside.
He was awake, that was for sure.
He was also shirtless.
I froze.
The first thing I noticed were his muscles, and his scars.
He was changing shirts, and as he lifted the fabric over his head, his skin rippled with the muscles on this inside. He was beautiful, I didn't know any other word. Elegant, pristine, but only beautiful was the word that fit.
My heart began beating faster.
'Look away.' I told myself
'Look away, now.'
But my eyes were glued to Jonathan. To his scars.
They were everywhere. Little ones that seemed years old and large ones that seemed only a few weeks old.
I gasped, thank the ocean he didn't hear me.
Some of the scars looked to be letters. No, they were letters! They were a word! A Latin word to be exact.
'Ne Obliviscaris.'
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I stepped away from the door, breaking the spell Jonathan put on me.
I was breathing hard, as if I'd been running.
'I need to clear my head.'
I walked down the stairs, my fingers on my temple, touching the cold, stone wall for support.
The waves were pounding in my brain. I needed the water, to taste the salt that sipped through my closed lips. I needed the soft waves on my skin.
To use my tail again.
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I was at the beach.
My toes in the small waves falling against the shore.
I took and deep breath.
I felt safe again, as if all the bad things were gone.
I thought on 'bad things' for a second.
Darkness was a funny term. The mainland people always called me 'a child of darkness' or a 'dark one'. I didn't understand it then, but what they meant was I was evil.
I'm not.
I care about people. I care about life and death, good and bad, light and...dark.
I never felt unsafe in darkness. I had never feared it, maybe because I was apart of it, and it was apart of me.
But if darkness represented evil, and I wasn't evil...
What did that make me?
I pushed the whirlwind of thoughts from my head and decided one thing.
The ocean was my home...
But what if it wasn't?
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WHOOSH
"Ha!"
Bubbles exited my mouth. I didn't need to use my mouth. Breathing wasn't the same down here as it was on the shore, but it was a reflex.
I dodged a rock formation I had been trying to get around faster. I smiled and tasted salt water on my tongue.
This was the feeling.
And I loved it.
I looked down, and observed my tail, to see if anything had changed.
Tan, the color of dark sand. Smooth with scales of a fish (shocker), and starting at my hip. Small sections of scales crawled up higher, some even reaching my neck, but the tail itself ended at my waist and from there up I was human.
Their were still bruises from the fight with the sharks, but it was healing quickly as usual.
I swam farther out, feeling a little adventurous, and got close to the rocks.
Then I made a mistake.
I looked near them.
That's when I saw darkness.
'Oh.'
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Hope you enjoy this chapter.
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*You are filled with Determination.

Spoiler: LUCE IS COMING SOON.

Cya in the next one.
~The Last Mermaid