Sonya was a mix between a water sprite and a mermaid. She loved water and she had two legs, a gift from her dad. She would play with the fun loving mermaids in the morning and when night came she danced in the trees with her other friends. Some were earth sprites and some, the same as her fathers half. One day she fell into the lake, unconscious. Nobody knew until she bobbed up to the surface, her face looking at the sandy bottom with her strawberry blond hair flowing around her dead body. Her mother found out first. Her mother was a pure mermaid with glittering scales of gold. She sent a sad cry to her sister mermaids. If it is to depressing shut the dang book you pathetic kid! The father recognized his wives cry and ran with his strong legs darting past confused onlookers. When he saw his wife cradling his corpse of a daughter he fell, weeping to the Fates. Nobody knew who pushed her in. They never found out. What did you say? You ask if that is a true story. Yes, I am sorry to say that was a true story. I was at the funeral. It was particularly sad, because mermaids cannot cry. So Anna, the girl’s mother was so sad that I heard her murmuring that she wanted to cry. Although weeks later, Anna was killed mysteriously with a deep gash spread across her neck. When the village people found her, she had a small drop of water in the corner of her eye. That was the first and last tear of the mermaids. The father hid after his wives’ death. He left a note saying of good bye on the table in his small shack. He ran away the next morning after the funeral, never to be seen again. Rumors go around that he is still alive, lurking in the Rowan trees, looking for someone who knows of how his family was killed. All he found out that it is a man with a passion for scaring people out of their wits. No it is not me! Geez, and to think they teach you anything in those crime shows you watch on your TV. Of course it can’t be me. Technically I am not a man, a creature to your human eyes I suppose. I don’t know what I am; all I know is that I am different from your precious “man kind” and “human race”. There is no “race” and not all men are “kind”. A scrumptious child like you would know why they call it man kind. Yes, you delicious morsel know exactly what it means. Is there anything else you would like to know? No, I am not a fortune teller book! Do I look like I am that cheesy? Do I have a big giant 8 on my cover? What was I thinking when I told myself to reveal my words to you? Why don’t you tell me? Nobody has found me for centuries, and yet you find my black and white pages as if I were a well- known novel! Out of all the people in the world to get stuck with I’m put with you! Celebrities, famous out- goers, and much, much more my friend! And no! I get stuck with you, a nobody! Why? Don’t you have a more interesting friend that I could appreciate me? Why must you be so foolish? Yes, you! So ask me something I know, besides the mean side of me and get on with it! Hey! No! What are you doing you little-
To be continued!...