Long ago, there had been one kind. Living together in peace and harmony. But after time, they split up, so slow no one had noticed it before it was too late.
The magical kind was no longer one, but two groups. One that lived above the water, and one that resided in the deepest parts of the ocean.
Their once magnificent wings had turned into fins, and their legs had made place for a powerful tail. Their voice, full of magic, had transformed to make place for gills.
Only their hair remained. Long, ethereal, flowing behind them everywhere they went.
Their last remaining link with their sisters above the surface.
A divide had taken place between the upper and lower world. They had forgotten about their sisters on the other side.
Legends and myths had taken the place of the stories of yore.
The water surface had become the border between both worlds.
Impossible to break through, from either side.
One could no longer fly, and one never learnt to swim.
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Shattered Waters
ParanormalMy entry for MerMay 2023 of talesofthedeep. Third prompt: Sighting, power, sun Their world was expanding, but they weren't ready. The picture is a mer swimming by the surface and illuminated by the sun. The cover picture is from Matheo JBT on Unspla...
