The young mermaid sat on the beach combing her silken hair. Behind her stone walls and partial roofs clung to the side of the mountain. Here, in this place, a strange feeling came over her. Something deep inside whispered words she couldn’t understand. The spirits had marked this place. Not even her kind swam near the shore, it was forbidden.
The mermaid swished her tail at the edge of the water and laughed. She laid back and closed her eyes. As much as the Elders tried they couldn’t contain her. Not even her mother could stop her from coming. She flipped her tail against the smooth pebbles and let the sun warm her skin and scales. This place always comforted her. Everything about it made the longing her heart disappear.
The sun blazed, her eyes fluttered. Behind her voices echoed in the village. She craned her neck to see who dared walk into her sanctuary. No one was there; the streets were empty as they always were. A cloud passed over the sun. Darkness masked the streets and the voices turned to screams. Shadows cast themselves along the crevices. The crumbling walls were marked with dark red streaks. Shouts for mercy went unheard as swords clashed against one another.
Frightened she shook the images away. When she opened her eyes, the cloud had passed, the streets were once again filled with light. The only thing the sun didn’t take away was the dull ache in her chest that told her something terrible had happened there and that she was part of it.