Lock's POV
I wake up and go to my window, I stare up at the top of the water. I set off to go find one of my sisters, I hear Keykey before I see her.
"Morning Lock!" She says.
"Morning" I reply.
"There're some weird machines coming down here closer than usual, they destroyed one of Nai's hiding places." She says in a concerned voice.
"I'll look out and hide from them if I see one" I reply,
"Ok, have a nice day lil bro."
"Thanks, you too"And I go off to see what these weird machines are.
-about 3 hours later-
I hear a weird noise from inside an old shipwreck, I go to see what it is.
It's one of those machines, it moves, facing me. I freeze.
And I see something moving inside, I swim up to it.
The thing inside is a man, he walks up to the glass. I speed out of there, the machine seems to follow me.
I turn back and look at it again. The man inside puts his hands up to the glass, I swim up to it and put my hands against his.He smiles at me, and asks me
"What's your name? Do you have one?"
I say my name is lock
"What? I can't hear you
I write my name in the sand
"Your name is Lock?" He asks
I nod, "nice to meet you Lock, my name is Caleb."
I smile, and get an idea.I point up, and swim towards the surface, Caleb follows me.
The machine surface, I lean against the glass of the weird machine, the top of the machine opens and Caleb's face appears,
"So you're a mermaid? Only a boy?" He says
"Yeah.."
He climbs all the way out of the machine,
I stare at him
"What?" He asks
"Nothing.." I say
He lies down on the machine his face the closest to me,
he tells me about why he's down here. I tell him about my family and about my life.A long while later he has to leave, and promises that he'll come back tomorrow.
I go home and get to bed.As I drift off to sleep I think
'Caleb was nice .. I like my new friend...' and with that I'm asleep.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
A way of life (OLD AND DISCONTINUED)
ФентезіThis is about my Original characters in an Alternate universe where there are mermaids and humans. This story was discontinued and is in the process of being rewritten