Astrid is the crown princess of Atlantis, but she barely has time to worry about the kingdom with six younger sisters to watch over, especially with the youngest coming into her powers as a daughter of the sea to navigate time. When Astrid fears tha...
I use my hands to grip the sand and propel me up onto the beach beside him so I can stare down at him.
His skin is so pale, and his lips are blue. Is that the way two-legs are supposed to appear?
They're supposed to be breathing, that I know.
Resting my hand on his chest, I do the only thing I can think to fix it. I summon the water in his lungs to obey my touch.
My prowess has never been queen level when it comes to water manipulation, something I always tried to hide from my sisters, but there is no room for error now. Not if I want to see my sisters, weaknesses and all, again.
I feel the connection with the water, and praying I'm not drawing out anything his body truly needs, I move my hand up his chest, to his neck, and then trail my hand up to his jaw.
Then, suddenly, a splitting pain pierces my fins.
Wishing I could out, I glance down to see a horror. My fins seem to be growing. No, not growing- splitting apart.
Silent screams rack my body as the force of the dark magic pushes me back onto the sand, my fins raising slightly with the momentum.
So I can see my beautiful scales fading away, becoming as flesh-like as my arms.
The pain is so great now, I almost can't feel it, and I watch with a wonder-mixed horror as even my tip-most fins increase in density, and then arch like ugly human feet.
Beside me, a fellow sharer in ugly humanity starts to cough.
I only hope it's enough. Because I can no longer even see the ocean before me.
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