Tails of A Half Blood: Birthmark

Embrace

An African merman was swimming peacefully, trying to find ingredients for his paintings in his cave, when he spotted a rush of glowing seafoam. He caught it and swam back to his cave. It was filled with sea creatures and paintings of past, present, and future events. He put the glowing seafoam in a shell that used to belong to a sea turtle that died and mixed it with sand and seafoam. He then grabbed a clam and eats the contents of it after opening it first. But suddenly, the seafoam glowed a brilliant silver and orange. He looked closely and saw a mermaid in the sea foam. She had dark red hair, a long gold tail, and eyes that looked like the ocean's surface under the full moon. He knew that face all too well from his vision a decade ago.

"Thalassa?" He asked. "She's alive? She's alive!" He laughed in pure joy as he swam to a painting of a young mermaid, scooped up some wet red powder and painted it on the mermaid's hair. He then painted another mermaid, an older one, one who looked suspiciously like Rita Santos.

"It is time."

Meanwhile, back in Australia, David was holding auditions for singers. I didn't really think that I should audition, what if I lost control of the Voice again? Nah forget it. I thought. It was one more thing to get my adoptive parents so paranoid; they'd bolt the windows and lock the door for 3 days. It's a miracle Zac hasn't planted a tracking device on me. I started breathing underwater when I was 8, 9 was when I got the rest of my powers, 10, the scales started popping up my legs, 11, my toes became webbed, 12, my feet literally became flippers, 13 is when my legs fused slowly by each month, and 14 is when I got my tail. It was sort of awkward , especially if those things happened whenever I got wet. I was too deep in my thoughts to notice that I was about to walk into the front door of my house. Oops. I ran to my room and took a nap. I needed to get the stress away somehow...

Meanwhile, Helen was at the Ocean Café, auditioning for David's auditions. Right then, Sirena was up. Of course she was going to get the part. She was still pretty sure no human can sing better than a mermaid, except maybe Beyonce, Rihanna or Pitbull. Helen was only auditioning just for the heck of it and for Rose who wanted to audition but came down with a sore throat. Sirena's voice is still awesome. She turned around and saw Nixie and Lyla doing some kind of trick with their fingers. Suddenly, Sirena's voice went so high, glass pieces shattered. She ran out the door and followed her to Ms. Santos' house. Helen then tapped on her shoulder to see how she was doing as she was following her

"Are you ok?" She asked. Apparently Sirena was not ok because she was crying hysterically. She may have been Helen's best friends' enemy, but that doesn't mean I still can't lend a hand when someone's crying. Helen opened the door and led the blond mermaid to the living room.

"Rita, we have a problem! It's me, Helen Carter!" Right on cue, Rita ran to the black girl and sat Sirena down on the couch with her arm around her.

"You, a friend of my daughter, helps the one who betrayed her? Why" Rita asked with worry.

"Just because she put Blair, I mean Thalassa through hell." Helen straightened up at her mistake. "It don't mean I can't have a heart. Like how she helped you. And I'm not leaving until those girls apologize."

"Those girls?" She asked, doing her signature eyebrow raise. She usually did that whenever she got suspicious of something.

"I'll explain later but can you just hurry up and get something that will cure her voice?" Helen asked her. "She... sort of lost it."

Rita ran out of the room and Rose put my hand on Sirena's quivering shoulder. To her, she still may look 15-16, but deep down she still like a little kid full of youthful innocence. Rita returned with a bowl that looked like a shell bowl with a clear fluid and hands it to Sirena.