The Villainess They Made
The current catches me and turns me the way it turned my father's pearl-comb three minutes ago, and I tumble, slow, undignified, scaled belly rolling up toward the surface, over the edge of the Forbidden Zone and into the black.
The last thing I see of the world above is my consort's silhouette swimming calmly back toward the glowing coral spires of Alastor. He does not look down. He does not need to. He already knows how this ends. His purple tail sweeps a small competent arc against the current and carries him home.
Below me, the Forbidden Zone opens.
And as I fall, tail limp, blood spiraling upward in threads that will be gone before anyone at the surface can notice them, every bright hue
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