Green Eyes
It was enchanted water, they said. That the worlds weirdest creatures lived at the very depths. They show no colour for sheer fact of it being so dark, that no one can see anything in front of them. Not even a flashlight would help.
Espen decided that he was going to swim the depths, and finally once and for all find what was lurking down there in the depths. He'd trained for excessive amounts of years to deep sea dive. Training to use everything but your eyes in finding you way around.
"Yo, Esp!" His trainer waved him over. He mentally groaned. He felt like his training was already ready, why was his trainer asking him for more things?
"Hey, what's up?" He responded courteously.
He jogged up to Espen and began talking, mostly with his hands. "Well, they've finally come with some new technology so maybe you'll be able to actually use your eyes while you're down there."
He was taken aback for a split second. "Wait, really?"
"Yeah! They've tested it and everything. It should work so at least you'll be able to see some things but not much." He put a hand on Espen's shoulder. "Let's go check it out."
After a short while, and testing out the product. Espen got used to it. Two weeks after, it was time. He was ready.
They arrived at the lake, at midday, hoping that's when the most light would be present.
"You know your training," His trainer reminded. "Remember to stay as calm as possible."
"Got it." Espen said, getting ready. He'd have oxygen on his back, but in order to stay underwater as deep as he was willing to go, he needed to stay as calm as possible.
Three, two, one.. splash!
Down in the water he fell. As he swam, he could feel the pressure around him, pushing on his body, as if it was becoming solidified. He breathed through the oxygen tank, and his earplugs worked wonders.
Thicker and thicker the water became. When he turned on the mask, he couldn't see anything at first. And then, there were little glimmers of specks. And then it became more. A tail, maybe.
He couldn't tell because the goggles weren't made for clear vision. He felt something against his body suit, something fish like possibly. He tried looking around to see what it was, but had no luck. When he looked back up.
He was looking directing into the most greenest, vibrant eyes he'd ever see in his life. He fell so deeply for them, unknowing of the face behind it. A mermaid, he thought could be the answer. But before he could think one more thing, and begin to swim for what would be for his life, he—
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