the little mermaid | jellal fernandes [discontinued]

Chapter 6- Master Makarov

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"Yes!" my companion that I've known for so long moaned. Sweet, sweet Amica, the turtle that grew up with me, nuzzling next to me in my crib.

"I- I told them about you going to the surface!"

I stared wide eyed at Amica.

I was unable to say anything, the words on my tongue stilling, just as fearful as me. I stood there for a moment, comprehending what was going on. My mind went annoyingly blank- my ears buzzing as Amica continued to cry.

My hair gently swayed with the water, the silence louder then anything right now.

"Your highness?" a tender voice called out behind me. I recognized it immediately- the slight southern accent of Bisca. "the King would like to see you."

"Of course," I voiced, twisting my body to face the servant. I didn't take one last look at Amica.

Bisca knew.

The remorse was there in her eyes as I swam past her. I payed no attention to any of my surroundings as I swam through the entrance of the castle. I could almost hear what was coming; scoldings that would leave me shivering, speeches of how I had brought shame on the royal family.

Humans were a forbidden subject in the kingdom of the merpeople.

I released a deep as I stood in front of the large golden doors of the throne room.

I knew what lay ahead- having been there countless times. As a child, playing with shells and naming them with my sisters, decorating Grandpa's throne for his birthday. Such good memories. But I'm scared that after this encounter, I'll only look at this memory-filled place with hate.

I knocked on the door twice.

"Come in," a voice brooded, devoid of emotion.

I obeyed, and pushed them open.

A large throne room was an understatement. It was ginormous- with tall ceilings, and sharks standing by the open coral. It all looked very strane next to the small Makarov, but everyone knew to not disobey the King. Kelton had a disapproving look on his face as he stared at me.

And by my surprise, next to him stood a frowning Gildarts.

Well, if this could get any better.

"(y/n)," the Master acknowledged me, my name delicate on his tongue. I awaited for his prosecution. Gildarts said nothing.

"Hello Master," I greeted him accordingly.

His eyes were cool as he took in my stance. "I heard something, my child," he begins, his facade not cracking by a centimeter.

I inwardly grin. I see where I got my talent for staying calm from.

"You went to the surface."

It was not a question, but a statement. A bold, clear, marked with red, kind of statement. The ones you don't want to hear from your parents the day you come home with your report card.

"That's right," I reply cooly, intend on keeping my stand in the situation.

Makarov's eyes flash dangerously. "I just don't know what were going to do with you, young lady!" he bursts out, and Kelton- like a dog to his owner- nods pompously. "It was reckless, irresponsible-"

A sudden thought occurs to me.

Amica only told them that I went to the surface once.

"Absolutely careless of you!" Kelton adds, waving around a red claw.

"You could have been seen, (y/n)," Makarov breathes tiredly. Kelton went quiet. "you could have been seen by one of those humans- one of those barbarians, and who knows what they could have done to you?"

A flare of anger settles in me, blazing in (e/c) eyes. He called Jellal a barbarian.

Jellal is far from a barbarian. He's intelligent, thoughtful, and has a knack for seeing people's true feelings. Even if he wasn't the most social person- as he told me, he always would sneak a book into his bag when he went to balls- he was loyal to the ones he loved.

"They are not barbarians-"

"I say they are barbarians as long as you live under my ocean!" Makarov roars, and for a moment I could see his veins bulging, muscles expanding. His eyes flashed black, before he took a sigh and they settled for gray once again.

"(y/n), I don't want to argue with you," he breathes tiredly, slumping back into his throne.

"If you would just listen to me, maybe we wouldn't need to argue!" I shoot back.

"Not another word," the aged man replied, voice steady. There was nothing I could do anymore.

I clench my teeth together. "Fine," I spit. I push my risen hair out of my face and swim away.

"I will never hear you going to the surface again, understood?"

"What?!"

"Kelton will watch over you," was his final order. Kelton looked wide-eyed at his King- but I was more distraught. That prune?! "and don't you dare step a fin out of line. If you do, I'll know immediately."

A question hung on the end of his tone, a question for Kelton. The crab nods, gulping nervously.

I flashed him an angry glare and hotly swim away.

"I apologize, Gildarts," Makarov says. "for my granddaughter's behavior."

"Yeah, it's great coming home to knowing that my cousin has broken one of our most important laws," Gildarts adds, shrugging. "but this is (y/n) we're talking about. Fire burns in her spirit. You won't keep her here for long," he warns.

"I know," Makarov vowels lingering on his tongue.

"Poor (y/n)," Mira whispers. "there is something she longs for on the surface. Something that she keeps hidden from us."

The two mermaids peered through the coral into the throneroom. Mira's scales shone a navy blue, and Erza's a metallic. And no, they were totally not eavesdropping.

"I know," the eldest sister murmurs. "seems like we are the only ones that noticed. You, me, Gildarts, and the Master."

"I want to help," the white-ette smiles at her sister, but there was sadness and sorrow in her cobalt blue eyes. Sadness for her sister, younger by a single, measly month. "but I can't, and I don't know how. Should we... follow her and talk to her?"

"How can such a fierce soul have such a sweet voice.... Erza rumbles. "we should leave her. (y/n) is the one that needs to figure out what she wants."

"Or who," Mira whispers, but Erza was already gone.

was supposed to post this tomorrow, but i got it done today!!! YAY FOR ME