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The Cursed Mermaid
In the deep dark of waters, hid the beauty and danger. The water which quenches one’s thirst would kill one too. Hidden beneath the water, the charming, the cute, the dangerous and the mysterious ones. Creatures of ancient, whispering the old tales of our ancestors and witnessing the deaths the water has caused.
She swam deeply, dancing with the waves of waters. The bright sun thrust out deep into the ocean but still lost to the darkness that embraced the grounds of the waters. The group of Sirens swam in the ocean, getting ready to breathe the light.
But she was divergent from others. A beauty with a peculiar tail, a golden one, unlike others. She had never been appreciated for being beautiful with the rare golden tail but she had been called odd. Her beautiful golden curls unfurled in the cold water as she swam up to bathe in air. Alone but it had always been like that.
Her hazel eyes glistened, the fin across her chest gleamed at the sunbeam. It was afternoon, the time when all the sirens swam up from the depths of water, to breathe air and light.
No human would fish in the heated afternoon, a perfect time to swim and enjoy. As always, she sat on the huge stone, watching the other mermaids laughing and swimming. She had no company because she was believed to be cursed. A cursed Mermaid, as she was called. Not a single ear heard the story of her curse, not even her but it was all in their minds that she was cursed. She had beautiful golden hair and hazel eyes which would attract any one.
She paid no heed to the other sirens and swam to the other side of the stone, as far as she could, to become deaf of their laughs and smiles.
It was peaceful in the water, alone and unknown. As she swam faster and faster to the abandoned shore like always to feel the dirt of sand against her skin. She sat on the short stone, hidden behind a huge stone. Her long golden tail hidden in the water as she bathed herself with sand.
“Who is there?” She quickly jumped into the water, her eyes searching for the voice. She had never heard one speak.
Through the small gap from her long eyelashes, she saw a man, tall and handsome. He wore a cap on his head and a half bitten apple in his left hand. She slowly looked into his eyes, his eyes were already digging holes in her.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispered, dropping the apple in the sand. His eyes quickly averted from her. He couldn't see her body well, he only saw the neck.
“I am sorry, you seem to be naked–miss.” He cleared his throat but the mermaid was in love. She loved his voice and beauty. The unfortunate life of theirs to love only one human all life.
“I am not naked.” The man whipped his head to hers, hearing her mellifluous voice.
“Are you a mermaid?” The man asked, taking a step closer towards the ocean.
“Yes.” She answered, slowly showing herself to him. His eyes didn’t turn greedy like she heard from the old seahorse, that speaks about humans on every full moon.
“Are you not scared of me?” She asked.
He shook his head and said, “I know mermaids lure humans and kill them but I guess before even you start luring me, i will gladly take your hand to kill myself.”
“What is your name?” The mermaid asked.
“Caspian, yours?”
“Mermaids don’t have a name. We are unknown, mysterious and dangerous.” Caspian chuckled.
“Will you tell your fellow humans about me, Caspian?” She asked cautiously.
He shook his head without hesitation.
She heard him say, “I bear a strange relation with water. My father, a fisherman, was killed by a mermaid as the rumor said among the humans, I had no courage to walk to the shore all these years. I was fearing–like a coward. My life was taken by water and it’s time to give me another one.”
Strangely the mermaid hit with the memories of that storm night she had forgotten. When she was young and was lost in the middle of the ocean, she saw an old fisherman, a greedy one. He threw the fish net to catch her but she sang in her minacious voice. She enticed the fisherman and killed him, ignoring his pleadings.
She had remembered her silver skin turning to the golden that night, making her odd one of all other sirens.
“Are you alright?” The mermaid at the shore, heard the man ask her in worry.
Silently, the mermaid dived back into the ocean.
After two full moons, the mermaid returned to the shore in the search of the man. She had found it surprising to find him sitting there, alone.
“Were you waiting for me?” The mermaid asked.
“I was, everyday.” A smile crept on her face and after that she visited the man every afternoon. They would silently sit in the dirt sand or play in water or the boy would give her mortal food. The mermaid would give him the pearls of the ocean to help the living of man.
They would kiss now and then or whisper the love in each other’s ears.
“I have never read of the golden mermaid. In the scriptures and ancient tales, they all spoke of silver sirens.” The man asked the mermaid that sat next him, her head on top of his shoulder.
“I am cursed.”
“What?” The man questioned.
Mermaid sat straight and explained, “I am a cursed mermaid, an odd one. You might find this beauty but it's a curse. The curse of beauty.”
“Who cursed you?”
“Your father,” The man withdrew his hand from her lap, “Yes, you heard me correct. I didn’t remember anything of that day until you. He cursed me because I killed him. I was lost in the storm and he suddenly threw the net to catch me but I killed him, turning deaf ear to his pleas about his ill wife and small boy.”
The man was weeping when the mermaid gathered the courage to look at his face.
“Your father cursed me but look here I am in love with his son.” A small laugh escaped the mermaid’s mouth.
The mermaid slowly stepped into the water and looked up into his eyes with love.
“Come here,” The man buckled as the mermaid asked and listened to her dulcet voice, lost in her hazel eyes, “We mermaid love one person all our life. We die when our loved one’s dead. We live to love forever and it is our curse. I realized I have loved you and you are my reason to live but you don’t deserve a murderer, a filthy cursed creature to be your love.” Tears ran down the cheeks of the mermaid, turning into the precious pearls.
“We can maybe find a solution for the curse.” The man spoke in an accent, his own eyes moist and chest struck with thorns.
“No—I find the pain riveting. I will live alone until you die—with my curse of beauty, with my curse to be odd and I will live, loving you, Caspian.” She whispered, kissing him deathly, one last time, erasing her from his memories.
And when the Caspian had woken up, he was crying for the mysterious reason and had watched the ocean all night with the moon.
The mermaid had lived —with pain of loneliness, in love. She had never swam to the shore again.
It is tragic to be a beauty sometimes when the curse of ugliness surrounds you, swirls around you.
© Akshaiya
She swam deeply, dancing with the waves of waters. The bright sun thrust out deep into the ocean but still lost to the darkness that embraced the grounds of the waters. The group of Sirens swam in the ocean, getting ready to breathe the light.
But she was divergent from others. A beauty with a peculiar tail, a golden one, unlike others. She had never been appreciated for being beautiful with the rare golden tail but she had been called odd. Her beautiful golden curls unfurled in the cold water as she swam up to bathe in air. Alone but it had always been like that.
Her hazel eyes glistened, the fin across her chest gleamed at the sunbeam. It was afternoon, the time when all the sirens swam up from the depths of water, to breathe air and light.
No human would fish in the heated afternoon, a perfect time to swim and enjoy. As always, she sat on the huge stone, watching the other mermaids laughing and swimming. She had no company because she was believed to be cursed. A cursed Mermaid, as she was called. Not a single ear heard the story of her curse, not even her but it was all in their minds that she was cursed. She had beautiful golden hair and hazel eyes which would attract any one.
She paid no heed to the other sirens and swam to the other side of the stone, as far as she could, to become deaf of their laughs and smiles.
It was peaceful in the water, alone and unknown. As she swam faster and faster to the abandoned shore like always to feel the dirt of sand against her skin. She sat on the short stone, hidden behind a huge stone. Her long golden tail hidden in the water as she bathed herself with sand.
“Who is there?” She quickly jumped into the water, her eyes searching for the voice. She had never heard one speak.
Through the small gap from her long eyelashes, she saw a man, tall and handsome. He wore a cap on his head and a half bitten apple in his left hand. She slowly looked into his eyes, his eyes were already digging holes in her.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispered, dropping the apple in the sand. His eyes quickly averted from her. He couldn't see her body well, he only saw the neck.
“I am sorry, you seem to be naked–miss.” He cleared his throat but the mermaid was in love. She loved his voice and beauty. The unfortunate life of theirs to love only one human all life.
“I am not naked.” The man whipped his head to hers, hearing her mellifluous voice.
“Are you a mermaid?” The man asked, taking a step closer towards the ocean.
“Yes.” She answered, slowly showing herself to him. His eyes didn’t turn greedy like she heard from the old seahorse, that speaks about humans on every full moon.
“Are you not scared of me?” She asked.
He shook his head and said, “I know mermaids lure humans and kill them but I guess before even you start luring me, i will gladly take your hand to kill myself.”
“What is your name?” The mermaid asked.
“Caspian, yours?”
“Mermaids don’t have a name. We are unknown, mysterious and dangerous.” Caspian chuckled.
“Will you tell your fellow humans about me, Caspian?” She asked cautiously.
He shook his head without hesitation.
She heard him say, “I bear a strange relation with water. My father, a fisherman, was killed by a mermaid as the rumor said among the humans, I had no courage to walk to the shore all these years. I was fearing–like a coward. My life was taken by water and it’s time to give me another one.”
Strangely the mermaid hit with the memories of that storm night she had forgotten. When she was young and was lost in the middle of the ocean, she saw an old fisherman, a greedy one. He threw the fish net to catch her but she sang in her minacious voice. She enticed the fisherman and killed him, ignoring his pleadings.
She had remembered her silver skin turning to the golden that night, making her odd one of all other sirens.
“Are you alright?” The mermaid at the shore, heard the man ask her in worry.
Silently, the mermaid dived back into the ocean.
After two full moons, the mermaid returned to the shore in the search of the man. She had found it surprising to find him sitting there, alone.
“Were you waiting for me?” The mermaid asked.
“I was, everyday.” A smile crept on her face and after that she visited the man every afternoon. They would silently sit in the dirt sand or play in water or the boy would give her mortal food. The mermaid would give him the pearls of the ocean to help the living of man.
They would kiss now and then or whisper the love in each other’s ears.
“I have never read of the golden mermaid. In the scriptures and ancient tales, they all spoke of silver sirens.” The man asked the mermaid that sat next him, her head on top of his shoulder.
“I am cursed.”
“What?” The man questioned.
Mermaid sat straight and explained, “I am a cursed mermaid, an odd one. You might find this beauty but it's a curse. The curse of beauty.”
“Who cursed you?”
“Your father,” The man withdrew his hand from her lap, “Yes, you heard me correct. I didn’t remember anything of that day until you. He cursed me because I killed him. I was lost in the storm and he suddenly threw the net to catch me but I killed him, turning deaf ear to his pleas about his ill wife and small boy.”
The man was weeping when the mermaid gathered the courage to look at his face.
“Your father cursed me but look here I am in love with his son.” A small laugh escaped the mermaid’s mouth.
The mermaid slowly stepped into the water and looked up into his eyes with love.
“Come here,” The man buckled as the mermaid asked and listened to her dulcet voice, lost in her hazel eyes, “We mermaid love one person all our life. We die when our loved one’s dead. We live to love forever and it is our curse. I realized I have loved you and you are my reason to live but you don’t deserve a murderer, a filthy cursed creature to be your love.” Tears ran down the cheeks of the mermaid, turning into the precious pearls.
“We can maybe find a solution for the curse.” The man spoke in an accent, his own eyes moist and chest struck with thorns.
“No—I find the pain riveting. I will live alone until you die—with my curse of beauty, with my curse to be odd and I will live, loving you, Caspian.” She whispered, kissing him deathly, one last time, erasing her from his memories.
And when the Caspian had woken up, he was crying for the mysterious reason and had watched the ocean all night with the moon.
The mermaid had lived —with pain of loneliness, in love. She had never swam to the shore again.
It is tragic to be a beauty sometimes when the curse of ugliness surrounds you, swirls around you.
© Akshaiya
