Chapter 1
Hi! To all who might read this first I wanna say thank you for clicking my story :) Secondly, I just wanted to say I’m still currently writing the story and this is basically the first draft of what I’m writing so please forgive me for any mistakes or changes I might abruptly make mid-story . (╥﹏╥)
The chapters will probably be short.
Also a little note to make things a little easier to understand, “mere” means water in old English, “wolcn” means cloud, “eard” means earth and “folc” is the old English of folk
“Goodnight sweetie,” a voice sweet as honey had said.
“’night,” she had answered.
The sky was clear that night and the moon bright. She often snuck out on nights like these, everything just looked so much better under that soft soothing moonlight. Everything was so calm at night, just the way she liked.
That night was different though, she felt the restlessness in the air. She decided to head back home, but it was all too late.
She saw them, the weapons her parents always warned her about, the moonlight reflected in their sharp edges. She froze. And screams that were not hers shattered the once calm nights.
Alana jumped awake, shaking. She had not had that nightmare in so long, it surprised her. She took deep breaths to try and calm down.
She looked up at the moon, barely visible from where she slept on the ocean floor. Every time she looked up at it, she was filled with both heartache and longing.
It had been almost seven years since it happened. Seven years since she last saw the unrippled moon in the night sky. Seven years since she last saw the surface.
“Did you have a nightmare or something Lana?” Molly yawned, her eyes barely open.
“Oh, I... I did, but I’m fine now. You can go back to sleep,” she smiled faintly.
“Alright,” she mumbled, “you too-” And she was back asleep in seconds.
She chuckled quietly. It always amused her how fast she fell asleep. She has been living with Molly and a couple other merefolc since that day. They took her in and warmly welcomed her as family, a part of the pack. They were always really nice to her, but she just never felt like she belonged. She and her parents were different. They simply never belonged.
While most merefolcs moved in packs and spent their entire lives content in their beloved ocean, her parents never moved in packs, her parents were never content with the ocean.
They longed to walk the lands of the eardfolc, and gaze upon the skies and cloud kingdoms of the wolcenfolc, all while never giving up the love for the ocean that ran through their veins. Perhaps they were too greedy and that was their downfall, but who was Alana to judge? She was no better.
While that nightmare terrified her of the surface, the sky she still remembered so vividly almost made all of that fear evaporate. That was why she never went to the surface all those years, it was not like she never got the chance, she just knew that if she were to see that beautiful sky ever again, she would have said consequences be damned and went to land where the eardfolc lived.
Where her parents were killed.
That thought was only thing keeping her from giving in, but every day the urge just grew stronger, the longing for that beautiful clear moon she still saw in her nightmare. It was almost unfair for such a perfect thing to be part of a nightmare.
She looked up again, then around her at her pack, all sleeping peacefully, unafraid of any dangers. There was no such thing as danger for a merefolc underwater.
She sighed and lied back down on the soft sand.
Not yet, she held back, for one last time.
