Poseidon's Daughter

Chapter One:

If you think this is just another story about a girl finding out that mermaids exist and finding out how beautiful it can be, believe me when I say those "Mermaids" aren't who you think they are. We technically aren't called "Mermaids". We prefer the term "Sirens".

This is just an average morning in the apothecary, regulars walking in and out as if seamless, elderly women buying the herbs that could make them youthful again, and the young girls buying scents that would attract lovers. We sell a variety of things, but it's mostly herbs, pastes and potions to heal the afflicted. We're a small town though, we all know each other here, it becomes strange when we get visitors at the inn. We the people of Aleswell don't take kindly to strangers when we don't understand their intentions. We get many lonely sailors stopping in at the brothel though. Unfortunately some who stop at our port either for trade or a proper nights sleep before heading back on their way, come into town with smallpox. I've tried healing those afflicted with it but have had no luck. For most part, once you touch the disease, it begins to spread, but some have caught it just by breathing the same air, but it seems as though I cannot catch it. Nobody can understand why, most people say it's because I'm a witch, but most also don't believe I use my powers for evil, they call me Le Dame Blanche, which translates to the white witch. So at least I won't get burned at the stake. Though an aboriginal seer tells me I'll have the power to make the world beautiful again, but she also said my life will change quite drastically within the next few weeks. It will be a welcome change honestly, working an apothecary isn't always exciting work. Don't take it the wrong way, I love healing the ill, but after working it for some many years, its not the same anymore. I started working when I was 12, when my grandmother owned the apothecary. I'm 17 now, and since my grandmother's tragic death its been difficult for me. Most think she drown, because all we found washed up ashore was her soaked tattered fur cloak. I'm not sure what I think, grams was old, but she loved the sea, sometimes she felt it to be her only peace. I don't believe my grandmother would drown, but perhaps someone or something dragged her down to the deepest pit of the salted sea.