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They found her washed upon the shores — like a mermaid, sprawled on the wet sand with the waves crashing around her petite form, blonde hair framing her head like a halo, creating a marvelous picture to behold. The setting sun embraced her ivory skin, shining like polished porcelain in the warm light of evening.
The ocean birthed another nymph; a mistress of the waters and tides, whose magic commands the seven seas and dominates the rivers, granting all life its crucial essence which allows it to flourish, bloom, thrive.
A daughter of Amphitrite, a descendant of Tiamat, a child blessed by Oshun herself, lay there motionless on her back — complexion as pale as marble pillars, shaggy blonde hair matching the color of the sand beneath her and her pure white dress clung to her frail frame like a shroud.
"She is alive!"
Her voice — the sweetest sound she had heard in a very long time — stirred her, waking her from the small death she thought would overwhelm her, resulting in the end she had craved so many times, eventually bringing sweet release from all this unrelenting solitude.
But here she was; eyes gleaming as warm as the sunset on the pink horizon as she looked down upon her, cradling her head on her thighs, brushing back wet strands of sandy hair out of her ghostly white face.
"Solomon, help me lift her. She's choking —
His touch, although crude, felt so warm upon her freezing skin, like it was breathing new life into her surrendering existence. It was like Poseidon's hell was replaced by Hades' fiery heaven as these deep, deep blue eyes locked onto her hers for the very first time.
