Song of Loralai- The Series

The Boy with the Long Black Hair

         "Loralai! Loralai!" said a voice, and Loralai opened her eyes to Syreni floating above her. "We go see light!" she said, and Loralai bolted out of bed. The last week had been exciting, a tour of the village, playing games with the Selkies, and even meeting their leader in the castle! It was all amazing and new to her, but she had especially been looking forward to the mysterious light at the castle.

       She gathered a small bag with things she had collected while she was there, including the pearl necklace she had worn when she was taken from her mother. That seemed so long ago. She still missed her mother dearly, and the rest of her sisters. But she had also found a new life with the Selkies, and they had promised to help find her mother.

       Syreni, Loralai, and a few older Selkies all swam towards the light, getting closer and closer. Loralai could barely keep her heart in her chest, before the pirates Loralai had never met a human.

      As they got within a few hundred feet, Loralai saw it was a glass panel, a sort of window into what looked like a cozy room, draped in green and silver. Finally, they were floating in front of it, and Loralai was out of breath.

       The room was even more beautiful up close, a warm green light filling the room. Everything was different, furniture everywhere she did not know of, and a mysterious and bright thing inside a stone column next to the strange furniture in the middle of the room. There were small humans dressed in black and green robes wandering around, and some of them came to the window upon seeing them. Being underwater, they could talk to them with them being able to hear the group, even with the pane of glass. And the mermaids could hear them.

      "Look!" said one of them, pointing to Loralai and she swam back a little, her tail swishing nervously. "It's a Siren!" he said, and all of the sudden everyone else in the room came to the window, looking at her.

      Her heart was pounding and she was about to swim away when she noticed their faces. They weren't scared, or looking at her like money. They were looking in awe. She saw them looking at her top to bottom, noticing her human like features, such as her pale blue eyes and dark brown hair. Most of them were watching her dark blue tail, pulsing a lighter blue, swishing back and forth to keep her upright.

       "Wait," said one of them, and she got worried. "She's young! And isn't she in cold water?" the girl finished, and they all looked at her curiously, wondering how she got there. Luckily, she didn't have to answer, as Syreni explained her situation to them, and she looked happily at her. She didn't want to have to explain herself, and she only said the basics. Loralai was a Siren that got lost, and adapted to the cold water to survive.

        "Whoa." almost all of them said in unison, looking at her like a stunning piece of jewelry. "Can you sing?" One of them said, looking at her, and everyone else got excited looks on their faces, looking to her expectantly.

        "N-not really..." she muttered, looking at her tail. Suddenly they all were talking to each other at hearing her voice, and she hid herself a bit behind Syreni.

       Loralai was getting worried. What would they do with me? Would they treat me differently because I was a Siren? She looked at all of them, talking among themselves, talking about one thing or another about her. But she saw one boy who wasn't.

      He was on the outskirts a bit to the side, looking at Loralai curiously but not speaking. He had long black hair that matched his eyes, and it almost looked like he would rather be where she was. Why would he want to be where I am? She thought to herself, then realized with a pang.

      He was lonely. He wanted to be seen like she was, and she felt guilty. With everyone talking to themselves, and to the Selkies around her, Loralai swam up to the boy slowly, and put her hand onto the glass. They say that when merpeople and humans have their hands touching, even across glass, they can feel each other's feelings.