Child of the Seas

Ebony and Merry live two very different lives in separate worlds. Neither has ever considered the possibility of the other's existence. But now the bridges between the worlds are weakening.
An ancient prophecy snatches Merry from her world and brings her to Ebony. Now, the two girls must save Ebony's world from a terror as old as the prophecy, which is destroying the world and the worlds connected to it.
Countless lives and worlds are resting on the girls' shoulders... but will Ebony and Merry be able to save them?

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8. Merry - 4

I could see that Ebony didn't know what to make of me. I didn't blame her: I didn't know what to make of myself.

I was still sobbing when Ebony said tentatively, "Perhaps thou could telleth me thy story?"

I wiped my nose and said, "Story? You mean the one of how I got here?"

"No. The story of thy life."

"I don't have one, really. Nothing much interesting, except for a few music certificates."

"But everybody has a story. The tiniest baby to the mightiest man. We all have tales to weave, stories to tell, even if they are dull beyond belief."

I must be dreaming. As soon as that thought occured to me, I wondered why it hadn't before. Now it was obvious. I was sitting on the bank of a lake in a magical world wearing a fish tail, talking to a girl who spoke in a mix of medieval and 18th century English. Of course this had to be a dream. I probably hadn't even gone outside in the storm, and had merely fallen asleep on my bed.

"Merry? Please?"

I looked up with a start. Ebony was looking at me pleadingly.

It's just a dream. I have nothing to lose...

"All right, then.

"I've told you my name is Merry, but it's really short for Meriel." I could see that Ebony didn't understand, so I said, "You know. It's a nickname. What my friends call me."

She nodded, so I went on. "My parents are Molly and Brett, and I have a little brother named Sadler..." I went on, telling her my life story. For reasons I could not explain, it came tumbling out of my lips. As I spoke, I discovered corners I'd never bothered to look into before.

Ebony learned more about me than I ever had.

"...And now I'm sitting next to you here in this lake, looking like I have been living in the water all my life like a fish. I seriously don't know why. My parents never told me anything like, 'Merry, someday you will discover your incredible power to be a mermaid'. Do you know why I'm like this... Ebony?"

She shook her head slowly. "Thou... art not like this all of the time?"

"Nope."

"Then... I do not know why thou art a mermaid. Mermaids art commonly seen around these places, but I can easily deduct that thou art not one."

"Really? Then... what am I?"

"I do not know. There is nothing in our mythological history about any sort of... mermaid-but-not-mermaid."

"Well, then, is there something about girls who live in the sea and come from another world?" I was grasping at straws now.

Ebony began to shake her head, but then she froze. "It can't be..."

"What?"

"There is only one text with information about otherworlders. And if they call me the Aglaia..."

"The what?"

She took no notice of me, and murmured to herself:

"Thou must be the Sea Child."

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