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The Toy . . "Ariel," my mother called out, her voice fragile. "No, it's me, Aria. Mummy, it's me.” I rushed to her side, taking hold of her hand. Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt her weak grip. My chest fluttered, but it felt mocking. Deep down, I knew she wasn’t looking for me. "See, Ariel has long hair; mine is short, Mummy," I said, my voice trembling with desperation and sadness.

Ella passed me a blanket I didn’t know was on one of the chairs. We got to the part where Ariel saves prince Eric from drowning and it felt like she fell in love at first sight. It felt similar to the way I felt when I saw Marcelo’s picture for the first time. Then we got to the part where she gave up her beautiful singing voice to become a human being which was mostly influenced by the love she has for prince Eric, thinking about this part again I gave up my value to become Marcelo’s fake bride. I guess I’m a lot like Ariel, like a little mermaid, so independent yet gave up her life for the man she loves but the only difference between us is Marcelo doesn’t feel the way I feel for him.

With every stolen glance there was tension of worries that laid down in their hearts but that moment alone was just enough. “Do you remember that song, we sang Everytime we wanted to be a nuisance?” Elias laughed. He began to sing it - words for word, rhythm for rhythm. Ariel couldn't help but sway and sing along, she moved her head and body to the heat of the song. With every second, their voice got louder and eyes began to stare. Ariel caught the glances and laughed. “Let's lower our voices.” She mouthed. With every minute became an hour and it was finally time to say goodbye. She didn't forget the problem waiting ahead but she was happy to feel joyful once again.

Aberton holding the baby still in the mermaid’s purse. “What the hell?” JD said, surprised at what he saw. “She’s in an egg.” Both dads laughed. “It’s the amniotic sac.” Ty explained. “It’s called a mermaid’s purse.” “So we decided that instead of Angela,” Jaxon grinned, “we would name her Ariel.” “That’s a good name for a mermaid.” Gina agreed. JD looked at the woman and could only picture what Cheryl had told them a little over a week ago. It started off as a small chuckle. And then Jaxon snickered. And Jolene giggled.

The southern king whispered hoarsely, “What are you?” Aria’s glowing gaze never wavered from his. When she spoke, her voice carried clearly across the entire square, steady and unshaken. “I am not your prophecy.” The words landed with the force of thunder. She took one deliberate step forward, and the earth itself seemed to answer, white fire tracing lightly beneath her feet. Her next declaration reshaped the world around them. “I am not your curse.” Another step. The kings trembled. The priests fell silent. The witches stared in awe. Ryan felt his heart hammer with pride and love.

The sound of her grief echoed down the hallway, chilling everyone who heard it. Queen Margaret, swallowing her own rising despair, took a hesitant step forward. She knelt by Ariel’s bedside, her hands trembling as she reached for her daughter’s wrist. “Look at me, my sweet girl. Look closely. Don’t you recognize my face? Your mother Margaret… please, tell me you see me.” Ariel’s expression softened with pity, not recognition. She leaned closer, studying Margaret’s face. Her brows furrowed in concentration, then she shook her head slowly. “I… I don’t see anything. What do you want me to remove from your face? Because nothing is there.”

It was just enough. When I looked up again, I was looking into dark brown eyes. “Oh, I see,” said Shorter. “No stripper, but he got me a mermaid!” He reached for my arm and pulled me from the covering branches. “What’s your name small mermaid?” “Ariel,” I tossed back at him sanusily, trying to pull out of his grasp. “You’re hot Ariel. Such a nice gift.” He pulled me flush against him and lowered his mouth to mine. I was too shocked to protest, both at being called hot and that this stranger was kissing me.

Normally his flings do not last beyond three to four days and here he is, spilling every single detail and gushing about how beautiful, smart and sensual this Ariel is. “Oh, you should meet her, Laurel! She’s so funny!” Ares prances around a little, pulling me into a little happy dance. “She said she was named after ‘The Little Mermaid’ because of her red hair and that I can ride her all night if I want to!” I almost choke on my cough. “She what?”

“Jeez. Stop doing that. Maybe you should find a fine young woman and get out of Sicily. Marettimo is a great place to start.” Linden laughed. “It’s his territory, honey. You’re like telling him to bring a woman home.” She laughed. “Right. Then just get a woman and fall in love.” “Yeah, right. I’ll go swim the ocean and maybe swim into Elsa.” “It’s Ariel,” said Linden. “Elsa of Arendelle, the ice queen. Ariel is the mermaid.” Maverick and I laughed out loud. “Whatever. You know what I mean,” Terzo said dismissively.

Tinsley agreed as the woman finished speaking, then she asked to hear her kids' voice then some minutes passed before she heard Ariel crying out. “Mum please save us, we don’t want to be here and Aiden and Emma have also been crying since mom, please save us," Ariel said.