The Sun's Tear

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  • Publiceret: 24 jun. 2018
  • Opdateret: 24 jun. 2018
  • Status: Færdig
"Do you think rabbits carry their skin around?"
"I don't think so. Have you ever seen a rabbit walk around with its skin over its shoulder?"
"Then they probably don't."

In an age where drakaina are going extinct and selkies are eaten as a delicacy, two selkie siblings find their childhood washed away when they find a locket that can raise a person from the dead.
What created the locket — and who wants their fingers on it?


1. Chapter 1


Two tails broke the water’s surface.

They were synchronized, swimming parallel to each other, splashing as they went in circles. One of them poked its nose out of the glistening turquoise and blinked the water away.

Loose locks followed, strands of golden hair floating in the blue, riding the soft waves as they neared the bank. A second broke through the water, its hair the same honey-gold as the first.

It was a pair of seals.

They swam ashore, looking at each other before lifting their fins. Their fins broke into five pieces each and they arose from the ground, standing with their toes in the burning sand, their ethereal eyes fixed on the forest close by. Their gills closed, disappearing from their necks as they shed silver skin.

The bigger one of them turned its head and spoke, “Give me your skin, I have a leather bag with me.” The smaller one nodded, a glint in its eye as it handed over its skin.

“Umm… Sild, won’t we get in trouble for this?” The small one asked, its forehead wrinkled.

The bigger one scoffed, its appearance that of a teenage boy. “I’ve told you a hundred times, no we won’t; we won’t be gone for long anyway,” he took the first step toward the forest, speaking over his shoulder, “and don’t call me Sild!” he sulked, walking off without his sister.

“I’m sorry, but it suits you!”

"Last one to reach the forest is rotten seaweed!” He yelled and ran off to the forest.

The sister jumped in response and tripped over seashells lying by the bank before storming after him, her hair flowing behind her – it was about to reach her bellybutton soon. She caught up just in time to make it a tie.

Birds chirped lullabies in the trees, fireflies glowing in the densely forested patches and the pale sky above their fair noses welcomed them to land.

“Aff, where are you?”  She turned her head at her brother’s voice, scurrying after him through the berry bushes and thickets.

Coming to a halt in a clearing, she looked behind her with a smirk and climbed one of the trees. When Sil came, his eyes darted from one bush to another, calling out to her.

“The village isn’t getting closer by you hiding!”


He fell backward, wide-eyed. Aff ran in front of him with a victorious grin plastered on her face, the sun framing her in orange.

“Clownfish.” She chuckled, pouring salt on the wound.

“Sil, not clownfish… or Sild.”

“What village are you talking about, anyway?” She crossed her arms at him, brows narrowed.

“Jaris, a fisher town. It’ll take a day’s travel,” He said, walking off into the forest, “Can you make a rabbit’s trap in the meantime?” He asked, ducking under a log covered in vines.

“Sure, remember to kill it this time.”

“Shut up, cod-face.” He said although he wore an endearing smile.





The sun ducked under the bushes as the hours went. 

Cicadas replaced birds and moon took over sun. A fire crackled, a skinned rabbit cooking on it. They sat beside the fire, Sil turning the rabbit every few minutes with a stick. Aff sat in a bed of dandelions, plucking and folding flower crowns as she waited.

When the rabbit’s skin looked caramel, Sil took it off the fire and cut it up with his dagger - the one he always had with him above sea.

“Here.” He spoke, tossing half to her.

“Thank you.” She smiled, peeling off a bit of meat and munching with her mouth open. She raised her head, “Sil?”


“Do you think rabbits carry their skin around?” She asked, looking at the meat in her hands.

“I don’t think so. Have you ever seen a rabbit walk around with its skin over its shoulder?”Aff loved to ask him about anything, she’d never grown out of that.

“No.” She said with a sour face. 

“Then they probably don’t.”

“But, what if we just hadn’t seen them?” Aff was pressuring him to a yes.

“Eat your meal.” Sil sighed, taking a bite of his half.

Stars littered the skies, dark clouds speckled here and there. They slept in a shelter Sil had crafted out of rhubarb leaves and oak branches. It began as a whispering in the air, and soon there was a gentle pitter-patter of rain.

Aff listened to the chime of raindrops falling on the leaves as she fell asleep, her mind free of thoughts.

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