Scales: Mermaids Are Real 2 の小説・ストーリー

“Ouchhh!” Daven muttered after he was hit by a tiny stone from somebody that was hiding behind the big rocks as he hanged out at the sea side with its strong impulse of water where he was standing. “Anybody there?!” he asked from the place where the stone came from and he wonder who would dare to hide behind those rocks where the impulse of water getting more stronger. Laughs! Of those beautiful mermaids hiding behind a large rocks that made him convinced that there are really somebody behind on it. When the burly young man tried to step closer to check, they immediately dived until they were drifting away into the depths of the sea.

I was taking a shower but I felt like I was being watched. These days, I had been totally captivated by and restlessly researching merpeople day and night. My fascination with this mysterious species had caused a merman to appear in my dreams a few days ago. He was majestic, young, and about three meters tall. His upper body was muscular, and his tail was iridescent black. A tail so powerful that a single movement had the strength to produce a huge, engulfing wave.

Before the group entered the Mermaid Clan's sea area, the periphery was already filled with the mermaid army. Most of the mermaids had fishtails with human-shaped upper bodies. Both their hair and facial features were the same as those of a human being. Moreover, they were very beautiful. They had delicate facial features, fair skin, plump breasts, and two slender hands. They could be regarded as the best of the best. Below their bellies, there was a streamlined fishtail part, which was made up of various scales. It looked like a fishtail wrapped around their legs, which made their figures more moving.

I then make my way to the same beach I have been visiting these last few days. Removing my clothes and hiding them in a bush on the edge of the beach I quickly make my way to the water. When the water reaches my chest I change back to my original form. Mer-people don't actually have anything covering their chest unless they put something on themselves and when they change from human to mermaid the clothes they wear disappear anyways. I left my top in my apartment so I'm currently topless but I don't plan on showing myself to anyone so it's fine.

The old man’s voice cracked with a strange conviction as he held up the scales, his weathered eyes alight with something more than just drunken enthusiasm. “Those are mermaid scales, believe me!” The words hung in the air, and for a moment, there was a flicker of seriousness in Mang Omar’s gaze—something that made the usual ridiculousness of his claims feel oddly compelling. The scales themselves were beautiful, their vibrant green and sky-blue colors shimmering in the dim light of the shack, but the absurdity of the statement made it impossible to take the old man seriously. Yet, there was something about the way he held the scales, the reverence with which he spoke, that made it harder to

They were beautifully coloured but scales? Scarlette noticed me staring and giggled. "You know how I love water and lose myself in it?" I nodded. "My mother was half-human, half-mermaid, but to be more precise, her mermaid genes dominated the human gene, so let's say she wasn't human. Ever heard about the story of Mirties Perlai?" I shook my head. "Okay, let me rephrase that. Do you remember the story about Death Pearls?" I nodded. Sapphire told me a story once, about a group of sea creatures that were solely dedicated to evil and their evil queen who sought nothing but to claim every ocean and destroy other life forms that aren't her species.

She replied. I didn’t get anything she said. It was somewhat metaphoric that I find it hard to absorb. For a moment, I just stared at her in the hopes she would get to conclude that I am thirsty for explanation. Magindara let out a sigh. “For as long as there are any bodies of water, the eyes of the merfolk will be able to witness everything. Remember, Oryol is a serpent goddess and that time, she was inside a tank full of water. We have the ability to see everything using the water as our medium. May it be past or present.” She finally explained.

Fighting is what I do best, not marriage or assuming my position of King so soon, but desperate times means desperate measures. Travis pauses before speaking and I'm immediately annoyed by his hesitation. "Spit it out already!" I bark out. He flinches, "Yes sir! Right away sir. Well... erm, there's been a sighting." He stutters out. "A sighing of what?" I ask moving closer to Travis. Ugh it's probably another shark or something. "A ship. A pirate ship. Black and silver sails and a dark wooden body. In.. in Crab Cove." He stammers.