The Pearl From The Dam

Dear Diary,
There is no doubt that I could never be a normal Mermaid. As a matter of fact, I'm not even a mermaid at all. Though I look at her and I feel equal to her. She knows me, but she doesn't. I don't even know me. I'm not like every mergirl in Bermuda Kingdom.

My fathers, Shallow and Sheamus, found me on their shellstep when I was no more than a year old babe. The only thing I had with me was a purple, freshwater pearl necklace, that oddly matched my purple spiked tail. My fathers know what I am, but refuse to say. I know it's because my fin matches the siren colony that raided our homes decades before I was born.

They were always thrown off due to the features of my face. My eyes are a shimmering teal with specks of navy blue. My hair Is long and black against my beautiful tan brown complexion. As if I were always kissed by the sun. The sirens that invaded our kingdom in Atlantis had the same tail, but weren't very well mannered or charming with far different characteristics than myself. Or so my fathers told me. Their tails are less vibrant then the merfolk with dull, dark colors and spikes on the sides... like mine... The only difference is that I don't have pale blue skin.

Even though I don't look entirely like the sirens of Atlantis, the people of Bermuda were still skeptical of me. That's why I'm not really welcome at many places in my Kingdom, back at home. I had Marina from Bermuda Academy, but she even had to sneak around to spend time together since we were 5. Her mother's lack of trust had forced literal bars on her windows to keep us apart. With her being watched 24/7, I was alone and now had now had nothing left to lose.

Someone has to help me... This is why I'm leaving home. To know who I am. What I am.

I will go to Atlantis to speak with the sirens. Someone has to know my parents and where they are.

Till next time,

Kendra