Sita

Tristan Daniels is a pro-surfer. At least, that what he continues to tell himself. After years of slaving away in an office, he moves to the gorgeous state of Hawaii to pursue his dream of riding out glistening waves.

And then he almost drowns.

A mysterious creature saves him, and later becomes washed ashore because of it. Tristan takes her home with him, and discovers that there is much more to the fishy woman than meets the eye.

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1. Prologue:

I gasp and scramble backwards, air bubbles bursting in front of my face. Through the bubbles, I can see the creature move a little closer -peering closer at me, its strange humanoid face wrinkling in some sort of emotion. 

Confusion.

Curiosity.

My mind spins, struggling to make sense of everything, and then one thing becomes adamantly clear. I can't breathe. My lungs begin to burn like the fiery pits of hell and I make the mistake of opening my mouth. Water pours in, like rushing through a crack in a dam.

It’s then, as her clear colored eyes meet mine, that I realize I’m drowning—for real this time.

I can’t breathe. My lungs are on fire and I can’t bring myself to move fast enough towards the surface. I flail around inside the water, as lead seems to pour through my veins and drag me back downwards. I can’t believe I was so stupid—I mean, I’d never been the sharpest pencil in the box, but dammit, this has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I should have just gone; screw what I knew about sharks, this freaky fish obviously wasn’t one. I could have gone and taken a breath.

But,’ a small voice whispers in the back of my mind, soft and reprimanding, ‘You didn’t know for sure.’

And now here I am. 

My eyelids are really heavy now and my throat hurts. My nose hurts really bad too, as if someone had shoved two oversized Q-tips into my nostrils and used them to stir my brain around. I fight it; I fight like a prized boxer struggling to keep his special gold belt. 

But I'm losing.

The truth of it sings through my veins like a wildfire, and I feel my eyelids start to drift shut. The last thing I see is the thing --the freaky fish darting forward. Her hair swirls around her face like a cloud, a bright, vivid white cloud. 

Then I'm gone.

*~*~*

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