A few seconds later, the four were standing outside in front of Mermaid’s fish-shaped pool. Rhea had her things in hand and a mist had covered the pool. The mist came together, forming a small twirling water tornado, the size of an adult human. Rhea was nervous. “That water tornado will take you home,” said Mermaid. “I am petrified.” “Close your eyes and jump in. If you waste any more time, you will be stuck in this place forever.” Mermaid told her. The Mermen exchanged horrified glances at the idea and Rhea eyed them with displeasure, knowing what they were thinking. Well, she was sure she didn’t want that to happen too and so she obeyed and as soon as she jumped, the tornado enveloped her, wrapping itself around her and when she dared open her eyes, she saw herself sinking inside a tunnel of water tornado. She started screaming even as she heard a sound from above her and looking up, she saw the sky above her being blocked by water as the tops of the water tornado came together
She was ecstatic about reaching her destination. As the smaller, bland-looking cottages behind her gradually blurred and grand ones came into sight along the river, she knew she was close to the part of the village occupied by the affluent. The kingdom of Upland exhibited a marvelous cerulean sky, vivid as her simple dress made vibrant by the host of colors in mixed pieces of cloth, patched together to form the dress that flawlessly covered her beautiful figure. Favored by youth, she tenaciously rowed forward, drifting past trees, grasses, paddling ducks, folks on horses as well as feet and birds flying over the river until finally, her destination, admirable, appeared closely before her. It was a stone-walled one-story cottage that proudly overlooked the river and had a wooden dock protruding from its shore, its jutting edge, welcoming. Wrapped around the house was a short sturdy-looking wooden fence with medium post gaps. The fence housed an orchard with climbing vines resting ac
Beneath the starry sky that night and at Amber’s home, she and her mother Miriam were seated on a bench on the lawn outside their small cottage. Behind them on the front porch was the sculpture of a handsome-looking man. Amber was still in her patched dress which glowed under the night sky as the stars and moonlight lent a brilliant light around, the song of crickets surrounding them. Miriam had a kind, pretty face but was worn out from hardship. Affectionately, she ran her hand through Amber’s hair and they smiled at each other unable to mask their misty eyes. “Amber, my star, we do not want to leave each other but my body is weary from all the farming. I work a little and feel sick. If you don’t go, we will starve.” Amber hugged her mother tightly, almost afraid to let her go. “Mother, don’t worry, I will go,” she said over her shoulder. “It’s okay,” Miriam consoled her, “I will be here waiting every time you return.” She promised and held
The afternoon was serene and Amber was not busy with any chore, therefore she stood inside the parlor downstairs, admiring the portrait of the mansion on the wall. A squeak at the main door caught her attention and she looked to find the door already swinging open by Isis’s hand as she let herself inside the house. The woman was always elegant, Amber thought. With her beauty, it was hard to imagine she could be as stern as she was. She looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly but Amber doubted that. She traded her thoughts over some manners now, remembering she had been raised well. (“You’re a good heart,” Her mother would say). Amber greeted Isis with a smile and went back to eyeing the portrait, pretending not to notice how Isis had just ignored her greeting by not returning the smile. She was also careful not to show how affected she was by the disregard. She was not even prepared to confront her because she had been there long enough to know it would turn out badly for her. She wou
It was expected that no one would believe her, reasoned Amber, seated over a dinner of pancakes and tea with Isis and Rhea. Amber had already told Rhea about the mermaid she saw and as expected, Rhea did not believe her. It was expected yes, but it still hurt. The experience made her resolve in her heart not to tell anyone else apart from her mother. It was better that way, she believed. At least even if her mother did not believe her, she would neither mock nor call her crazy as Rhea had done when she had told her earlier. Amber did not realize that submerged in her thoughts, she had been picking her food instead of eating it. Her eyes had been glued to her plate and so Isis and Rhea had been eyeing her as they pondered about her detached state. “What is the matter with you Amber?” Isis asked, grabbing her attention. “Are you not grateful for what you have before you?” “She’s sad because I didn’t believe her stupid story,” Rhea reported with her gaze fixed on her mother. “What
Indeed, there was always a lesson to learn in life and Amber had just learned one that she needed to apply. Hence, she had to say something to stop her mother from suspecting she was going through any kind of hell at Isis’s home. “You worry too much mother, I’m fine. Remember, they even changed my wardrobe.” Miriam seemed convinced given the smile she gave Amber. Amber was relieved that her mother did not have to worry about how she was being treated at Isis’s house even as right there she remembered an ugly incident that always broke her heart whenever it came to her mind. She could still see the smoke that rose from her burning clothes on the ground around which stood a sad looking her, a laughing Rhea, and a disdainful Isis. They were all staring down at her burning clothes on the ground behind Isis’s house. She could still recall the dialogue that followed. “So you miss these rags?” Isis had scoffed. “I liked the dress with many colors.” Amber had said tearfully. “My mother m
Amber was sleeping soundly, still buried in the euphoria and aftermath of her enjoyed break from housemaid work. While she was sleeping, a yawning Isis and Rhea entered the dining room and headed straight for the table, expecting their regular cups of coffee. There, their drowsy looks transformed into one of surprise as they encountered an empty table without their regular cups of coffee greeting them. “Mother, no coffee?” Rhea whined. “This is why I keep my maids with me.” Isis fumed. “Only a couple of days break and she has gotten lazy.” “Mother, please do something.” Rhea groaned, stormed to a chair, flopped down, and folded her arms as she took on a grumpy look. At that moment, Amber rushed into the dining, still clad in her night dress and looking disheveled from her panicky wake in her sudden realization that she had broken the coffee rule. “I am so sorry I woke up late.” She both apologized and explained hastily even as she earned scowls from them. “I’ll get your cups of c
Amber again reached for the cabinet, squatted down, and peered inside, seeking Isis’s missing bowl but it wasn’t there. She closed the cabinet, straightened up, and began chewing her finger nervously as she heard Isis’s voice from the dining again, a voice that she was growing to dread. “Amber” Isis called. Amber hastened to the stove and turned it off before answering with a dry cracking voice, a result of the fear that had gripped her. “Coming madam.” She forced her voice to sound brighter and repeated. “Coming madam.” She couldn’t help but continue to chew her finger and she looked around again, nervous as she remembered a scene that had taken place right there in the kitchen some time ago when she had first started to work in Isis’s house. She and Isis were in the kitchen and Isis was showing her the lost ornate-looking bowl which then was sitting on the counter. “This is my favorite bowl.” She said. “It’s from the king from when he had eyes for me. He pretended to be poor to