in Saskatchewan
January 26th, 2007
Our story takes place many years ago and very far away or maybe even both. You see, far away, across numerous deserts, lakes, tundras, and jungles, there was an ocean with a rather small, donut-shaped island. The sand was pale and silky, with not the tiniest rock to ruin the fineness, and a large blue lake right in the center. Around the island was a wall of thick palm trees. Once on the island, one cannot help being happy and peaceful. It is small, enclosed, and private. Yet the lake is no ordinary lake.
It is blue, the bluest blue you`ll ever see in your life. The bottom is slightly darker sand, but still perfect. The water is enchanted. If you drink the tiniest drop, you NEED that water. It is the most delicious flavor, and everyone loves it because it is different for everyone. But- you will drink it and drink it and drink it, and begin to depend on it. You cannot last a day without it. If you try to lug it with you in barrels it evaporates. It is a wonderful thing, yet deadly. But no one dies from it because no one can make it to the island.
The only way to make it to the island is by ships; there were no airplanes back then; and even if there were I doubt they could make it. It takes months and months to make it there, and it is next to impossible to provide enough food to make it there. You would never make it, its impossible. No human eye has ever laid eyes on the island. Yet, something a little less than human...
Mermaids. Mermaids and Mermen live in the lake. The place were the Merpeople live is called the Underseas, cause its literally under the sea. The lake gradually gets deeper and deeper, until, right in the middle, the deepest part of the lake, there is a hole, quite small, big enough for pretty much anyone to fit through, but only just. Deep down in the hole, it widens. There is a world of-Merpeople!
The Merpeople made their houses from underwater elements. There are mostly seashells as bricks and deep-sea clay for cement. The castle, however, is a different story. It is huge and towering, made of pearls and marble. The King was an old man, who used to be quite lean but is now gone to seed. His tail was a deep brown, and so was his hair. His eyes, however, were bright blue, eyes you did not expect to see on a man. Queen Anabella was a small woman with a pale pink tail, flowing hair, and chocolate colored eyes. She wore a pink, sea-woven grass bikini top.
The Princess was named Miria. She had a light, silvery blue tail, hair like her mothers, and eyes reflecting her fathers. She was beautiful. She also had few things to worry about- she had basically everything she wanted. She was pretty, she was rich, her parents were NOT forcing her to marry. But she possessed a desire for the island-named Miriam`s Isle, for her great-great-great-grandmother. SHe liked the air. She enjoyed sitting on the beach, doing basically nothing.
One day, when Miria was sitting on the beach, absent-mindly running the silken sand through her fingers. She was surprised to hear a rough shout, followed by some clanking. She sat, frozen for a minute. Then, coming to her senses, she dove into the water and swam to the center, prepared to return home. But, overwhelmed by curiousity, she poked her pale head out of the water to watch. She jumped as a weather-beaten board slammmed onto the sand, knocking down a few palm trees. She sank lower in the water. Several dirty brown boots followed this, and tanned, dirty men stepped on to the fine sand.
Miria watched with wide blue eyes. The men nodded appreciatavly,impressed by the quaint beauty of Miriam`s Isle. There were approximatly a dozen men there, but Miria had eyes for one man. He had longish, dusty brown hair, eyes like the best chocolate, and muscular, tanned arms. His kind, sparkling gaze made Miria catch her breath. There was no doubt about it-Miria was in love.
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