Novel & Cerita The Mermaid's Tale

“There, there… I promise I won’t do anything. It’s really for you. Stop biting me, will you? I just wanted to talk. If you promise not to swim away, I will let go of your hand.” Thinking about it, the bite turned into a nibble as Aqua thought about it. The cookie was too tempting, and eventually, the naive mermaid caved to temptation. Besides, she was hungry. If he tried anything funny, she would splash water on him and swim away again. Sighing in relief when the bribe worked, Dawn watched as the mermaid reached for the soggy cookie and crammed it into her mouth with a big smile.

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

She shook her head no, her auburn curls bouncing with the motion. "They're mermaids." Her mouth dropped open, and her face lit up with unadulterated awe. "Each night, while everyone is fast asleep in their beds, the mermaids swim up to the surface to collect all of the happy memories that people made that day." He tickled her stomach, and her laughter filled the night. "With each memory, every smile, and every laughter, that they pluck from the surface, the magic fills their hearts. And that's why they glow that beautiful color."

Once more a Twilight came knocking at the door, the moon hung above the horizon as it gave the mansion a serene glow. We all retired to bed, in anticipation of the next day’s audition. The following day, I sat on the couch, eagerly awaiting Elena. Moments later, Hope was securely carried in her arms as she descended the stairs. Elena emitted elegance and beauty as her hair was styled to perfection and her red lenses added a captivating contrast to her appearance. She was draped in a dazzling red gown; Which clung to her curves. Elena completely stole my breath. Beaming with joy, Elena twirled before me and asked, “How do I look”?

she asked curiously as she latched onto the elder’s arm before they all gathered under the makeshift roof they had made from leaves, twigs and a couple length of twine from the Huntress. “There are more out into the world, young one.” The Huntress told the younger with a smile. “And I can’t name them all.” She said much to younger’s disappointment, though she could sense that the younger probably believed about the puckwedgie but had decided not let it ruin her mood. “And what are the ones you could recall?” Tivona asked, “Can you please just give me just one? Please?” she pleaded. “As you wish,” she conceeded to the younger’s wishes much to Aedre’s annoyance. “They say that mermaids exists.

Everywhere looked so old, dirty and bushy. She heard a splash of water and followed the sound. Getting to where she heard the sound from, she stopped as if she was in a trance. Right in front of her was a mermaid, who was splashing the water with her white tale and was smiling. She was sitting at one of the biggest open caves around Rae, the cave was filled with the water she was splashing herself. Didn't her grandmother told her all the Mermaids were killed, who then is this mermaid she was staring at.

Her voice is very beautiful. It's a good thing she's not a real mermaid, or she wouldn't have come back. The witch will give her a magic potion and she will forget her beloved Prince and her children. Mermaids belong to the sea, and my mother belongs to me. I only pop my head out when I've reached the limit of holding my breath in the water. But when my head came out of the water, I saw a pair of strong thighs appear at the edge of the pool, so I looked up.

In her hands was a large snail shell, its surface glistening faintly. Rhea’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you holding that?” “It holds my secret,” Mermaid said, placing it into Rhea’s hands. “Take it.” Rhea nearly snatched it, suppressing a victorious grin. So the great Mermaid hands me her weakness on a platter? How stupid can she be? “I can only use my tail in water,” Mermaid continued calmly. “But if even a drop touches me on land, it will force the change—and I will die.”

A wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows, her lips spread into a predatory smile, and Erida enthusiastically pressed the report to her chest like a lover's head. “Killed, devoured… What do I care about this nobody?! Gutted... like a fish,” the mermaid repeated aloud, rereading the lines. “There is no pearl — of course, where would it come from? Magic with a grain of sand. Mediocrity, not a guardian.” She remembered her youth. A very young, inexperienced and enamored girl, who was easily managed to be fooled by a lovelace known among newts (all he had from a noble origin was a name).

She was at the last stage of the pearl making. "What is your identity? Oh, sorry, female mermaids don't have an identity. What's your name then?" The mermaid's eyes flashed red. She would have resorted to lying but she knew witches could sense a false statement. "I am Meridia, assistant to the head of our council."