![]() ![]() It was a painful reminder of so many things, and of the path that had started her down the road towards servitude, first to a vile wizard and then a well meaning idiot.Īn idiot who was even now being pulled into the sea like a puppet on a string, completely helpless to save himself. Neith knew the sound of course, had known it all her life and hated it viscerally. The distant thread of a high pitched voice wafted down to him and without any conscious thought he turned towards it, walking towards the dark, cold waters of the North Atlantic. Halfway through the long stumbling walk home from the bar Darren froze, all the hair on his body seeming to stand straight up as his whole reality turned to orient around a new point, somewhere out into the ocean waves just beyond the harbor. “Tail, scales, claws, none of it.” Neith looked genuinely hurt at the claws remark, truthfully it had only been one time and she’d really seemed sorry that she had hurt him. “What, you don’t want anyone to see my tail?” “We’d better get back home,” he said "your concealment charm won’t last too much longer." He didn’t realize just how wrong he would have been. If Darren had known he was selling his soul he’d have included a singing clause. He’d thought mermaids were nice! Weren’t they all supposed to look like Ariel and love singing?Ī gargantuan burp echoed through their corner of The Rusted Anchor. Back then he hadn’t know anything about wizards or magic, or unbreakable bonds. It had been a year ago in this very bar that he’d made the contract that bound them. “I never should have shown you memes,” he said sullenly. “Oh because we have blood at home?” Darren could see the twinkle in her eyes and he wasn’t having it, not tonight. “I’m not your master and you’ve eaten enough fish in the last week to kill the local economy twice over. “But Master,” she said feigning demureness, “you wouldn’t want me to starve would you? I’m already just skin and bones!” ![]() He sighed heavily, the sunlight showed off the wicked points on those teeth and he knew it far too well. “Neith, I swear to god if you bring another dead sailor home I’ll sell you to the nearest zoo.” The dockside bar looked awful and smelled worse, it had just enough light bulbs still working for the mermaid to turn prettily towards Darren and flash a winning smile. ![]()
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