I unlock the little box with its metal handle. It squeaks as I try to open it. I carefully place the lid back down and took a deep breath. My hand grabbed the rusty handle and slowly lifted it upwards. I peeked inside but all was black.
The lid rose slightly and I had a quick glance at what was held inside. I was shocked and had thought my eyes had betrayed me.
I stuck my hand inside and pulled out the little doll which was surrounded in ashes. Lay beside it was a note. I did not pay attention to the note but cast my eyes to the object that was in my hand.
My reflection was casting off it coming back into my eyes view.
It was shiny, mirror like. The little doll was in shape of a mermaid! Her waves of green hair lay upon her shoulders and her blue eyes locked your gaze.
Some sprinkles of ash that was covering her violet tail trailed of and slipped into my hand. Ash fell back in the box as I shook my hands clean.
The ash was what smelt bad, but even so I placed the figurine back where it belonged. This time I picked up the battered note and it read 'This mermaid doll is in memory of a famous mermaid who made mermaid kind arise again, if she had never been alive we would have been forgotten!
RIP ......'
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Mysterious Moonlit Mermaid
FantasyA young girl called by the name Emma Williams is intrigued with her dreams. Everyone says dreams come true. In Emma's sake they do, but have added twists, unfortunately even the nightmares. But she is brave, not fearless but brave and she is determi...
