The Foam and the Dagger
Once upon a time, like most fairy tales should begin, there lived a princess. A charming mermaid living in the depths of her blue kingdom. Naïveté was what the princess was famed for, trusting whole-heartedly in anyone she met, anything they reported; inconceivable as it could be, she would believe it. Everyone would have taken advantage of that, if not for the fact that their royal sweetheart was just too adorable to upset.
On her sixteenth birthday the princess was given her most desired wish. She was finally given permission to break the surface of the cerulean plane, to see the world inhabited with humans.
Dancing amongst the baubles of vapour, she giggled, propelling herself upward towards the dazzling luminosity in the blue heavens beaming down to meet her pulsing heartbeat.
Pausing, she allowed her index finger to linger at where the water felt the thinnest; cold and unfamiliar. Hastily she shoved her forearm upwards, sending diamonds cascading down to create ripples in the window she hid behind.
Struck with curiosity, the girl broke the surface entirely, shielding her eyes from the glare.
Invading her sight, an enormous vessel crossed her path, merry notes streaming through the air. She followed lured by the strange new occurrences.
Aboard the ship (she could now see clearer) was a crew of jolly men, drunk on spirits and the freedom of the sea, as well as the most handsome being the princess had ever laid eyes on, steering the ship with the confidence of a god.
Bubbling with excitement, wanting ever so much to meet him in person, she plunged back deep into the ocean. She knew it was outlawed to ever let humans see a mermaid, so she surveyed her options. As she rifled through her mental notes, she chanced upon the perfect solution. She shivered in anticipation and fear, as she made her way deeper, to the darkest depths of the ocean. The crevices undiscovered, the life uncharted, also home to the sea witch.
Arriving at the cavernous lair, six inky tentacles slithered and latched around her wrists, pulling her deliberately into the shadows, bringing her face to face with a striking woman, voluptuous and chilling.
“I know what you want dear. I can give it to you for the price of absolutely free.”
“You know? How could you possibly deliver such a feat?”
Tossing a bottle into her cauldron, the incandescent purple fluid burst into smoke, depicting a flickering tail, morphing into two distinct limbs.
Completely taken with the thought of meeting her dashing captain, she nodded. The witch presented her with a contract, giving her exactly three days to make the Prince fall in love with her and propose. The witch reminded her to read carefully the terms, but the girl scrawled across the line below the contract, impatient for her legs.
Chanting hexes while drizzling and lobbing vials into her cauldron, splashes of radiant liquescent teemed at the rim, palpitating, reaching out towards their victim. Reciting her last incantation, the now glittering emulsion slid out of its container, twisting its way around the mermaid’s tail, searing her lower half with a burning likened to a white fire. She lifted; still crying out from the seething pain, surfacing, where she was thrown ashore outside her prince’s castle, and her newly obtained legs sprawled behind her spluttering form.
It took not much time before the prince had found her and carried her to his palace to have the gorgeous woman bathed and tended to.
Meanwhile the rime-hearted witch rolled in her clasps a vial of barracuda blood, the only extra ingredient she had added. ‘Stupid little mermaid,’ she mused. ‘She should have read the conditions.’
Above the aquatic domain, the mermaid was enjoying lovely conversation over a banquet with her prince. They had so much in common; the arts, literature (she had found some human books in shipwrecks, she loved them so.) and the sea. However they soon came to an obstruction. Asking her where she had come from, where she was born, every time her reply nearly slipped past her lips, she’d feel nothing but the urge to rip his skin from his flesh.
Suppressing the sentiment as long as she could, she continued conversation with him. However the tête-à-tête and feast did not last long, the prince insisting she take a tour. Taking her by the hand, he began to lead her, recounting incidents happening in his home.
The girl cringed. That feeling to tear him limb from limb and see him leak red. It came every time she mentioned home. She held her breath, not giving in to her thoughts.
They approached his quarters. Escorting her in, he admitted he had enjoyed her presence, slowly falling in love with her. He leaned in for a kiss, asking her if she would like to live with him in his home-
That was the last straw. The princess lunged, scraping her nails against the prince’s cheek, thrashing and clawing his chest, ramming him to the ground. He tried to scream, but the feral girl silenced him with a blow to the gut. Something glinted in her peripheral vision. She swiped the dagger and slashed the blade across his chest, stabbing and hacking.
Spreading his blood over his now, lifeless carcass, she giggled at the sight his blood, fascination ebbing with every streak of maroon she painted on the floor.
She paused her activities, feeling her skin prickle. She looked down at her legs, screaming when she saw it effervescing and dissolving into the seawater. She wailed as she melted into liquid, slinking back to the sea where she existed for the rest of her life as foam.
The prince’s dagger made its way down to the sea witch. She cackled, pecking the vial of barracuda blood. “Bloodlust, best idea ever, toying with those mer-people. Deals a deal! Once he can’t propose, sea foam’s an imminent fate. Home’s where the heart is, darling!”
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