Nerina has heard tales of the surface world from her family, and they were never good things. She wants no part of that human world, until she unknowingly rescues royalty from a huge storm caused by her own people.
A Golden Age Story
Book Two in t...
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In fact, the shimmering silver tail that Edmund Pevensie the Just sees above water later on in the day belongs to a little mermaid named Nerina, who just so happens to swim nearby with her two younger sisters, Celeste and Cora. She desperately needed a day away from the stuffy castle (though beautiful underneath the glow of the sun), and the haunting singing of the merfolk around her, and when Celeste and Cora suggested to play a game of tag, she'd said yes immediately.
She hasn't played the game in years, (since she was a young girl herself)and her sisters were faster swimmers than she is, though she never dared to say that out loud to them. She has a strong feeling that both girls knew, because they were giggling to themselves, and occasionally staring back at her to tell her to "keep up!"
Ooh, if she had half a mind, she'd grab both of their fins, and yank them behind her. But she'd never do that; she still has her dignity, of course. Whatever dignity she had left anyway, because her seven sisters liked to embarrass her more often than she'd like to admit.
"Come on, Nerina!" Celeste is easy to spot between the three of them, standing out with the pink shells and shimmering pearls tucked in her long, wavy hair. She turns towards Nerina with a sly grin on her face, blue eyes lit with a fiery passion Nerina's only seen when she's competitive. "Try to keep up with us!"
"I hate you both," Nerina complains, and the two girls laugh.
"Not our fault you're so slow," Celeste teases. Nerina glares at them.
All three girls go quiet and stop in their tracks at the sight of the ship graveyard. Just like the tales she's heard of the surface, she's heard the tales of ships passing through their territory, and never getting past their father's wrath. The storms have wrecked and sank each and every ship that dared ventured close. All that's left behind are wheels, ropes, and weapons like canons.
Nerina shivers. She swears she can hear the ghosts of the people screaming as they drown in the water, unable to swim back to the surface as the currents drag them away. The imagery in her head alone is enough to keep her away. Maybe she shouldn't have left the palace, if this is where her sisters were planning to take her all along.
"I didn't think father's stories were actually true," Celeste speaks up for the three of them. Her brown eyes wide with disbelief, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing what is actually in front of them. "I've heard of the storms, but this--"
"Let's get out of here," Nerina suggests urgently. "I don't like this place."
"I'm going down there," Celeste says as soon as Nerina is just about to turn back around from where they came from. "You two coming?"
"I'm not going down there, Celeste," Cora says, hesitating. At least someone out of the three of them had a sensible enough mind to leave.
