The winding tunnel was treacherous, filled with stalagmites and stalactites that threatened to tear the hull of the Aronnax.
And that was why Feyre and her companions constantly circled the ship, weaving and dodging to assure Kaiko that not an inch of her precious sub had sustained any damage.
More had come, effortlessly falling into formation, until the Necktons and company forgot how many they knew and who were the strangers. But all had the ebony scales that turned them into wraiths of the deep
Creatures made to kill, to hunt. The Apex predators in their element.
Feyre had stuck close to the bow, ensuring Kaiko knew exactly what was ahead. She had been denied the use of the pingers and other sonar instruments, as the sirens feared it would wake the creature. They were only travelling through a tunnel with a few thin meters of rock and silt separating them.
But then they were rounding a corner and Lemuria lay sprawled out in front of them.
The city sung with life, breathed and revelled as its inhabitants did, lights and sounds and smells welcoming them. The city glowed with the lights of thousands of bioluminescent fish, colours painted like stained glass over the bildings and roads and statues decorated with symbols and paintings and carvings etched onto there surface.
Feyre gasped as a horn blew from the centre of the city, followed by more in a tight ring, echoing around the cavern.
And then dark shaped rapidly swum up like a stormcloud, scales dancing like oil in the water as they approached.
And then she was swimming with them, scales brushing scale, hair caught in another fin, claws catching on skin. Fish were with them, cod and salmon and tuna singing with a wild, untamable melody that echoed the power of the oceans.
And then as soon as it started, she was alone in the eye of the storm of scales and jaws, alone with another.
And when Feyres eyes met that of her companion, her heart leapt into her throat.
"Mother?"
Ok so guess who had to force herself from writing any more because cliff-hanger.
but anyway yes this is a new writing style and no i was not possessed nor did i ask someone else to write this i just wrote and i may slowly begin working on making the previous chapters more detailed however they will not be updated until i finish which there will probably be about two to three more chapters left because i have decided how i want this to end. before i was just making it up as i go with a vague idea of how it went in the series. but once i fix it up it will probably get way longer.
Anyway hey its gonna get emotional probably in the next chapter so hold on to your hearts friends your in for a ride
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The Pale Woman's Song
FantasyMermaids, they're not real, well not any more. That's what the crew of the Dark orca thought before hauling one out of the sea, though she's not much of a mermaid. No, she's something much, much worse.