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[font "Times New Roman" [center [#00CED1 [b They say that legends are true stories that have been passed through time, told and retold until there was no way to know for sure if they were true or made up. Stories of magic, far away lands, and creatures of all kinds. Some could blend in with humans, and some could not, but they could hide.
This is what brings us our story. There is a whole world that humans are not aware of. Deep, deep down beneath the waters of the ocean, there is a world inhabited by all various kinds of marine life. But what no human is aware of, is that there is a civilization down in the dark waters of the Abyss. There is a large dome that travels the bottom of the ocean. No one knows what the dome is made of, not glass or even plastic. But a type of unbreakable energy that is unphased by the pressure in the water around it. The Dome is attached to a large section of moving earth, and it hovers half a mile above the ocean floor. There is only one way in and out of the dome, and that is through an underwater cavern, that leads to an air pocket within a cave.
The inside of the dome is full of air, its a living, breathing ecosystem. A Kingdom. A castle, a city, even the ability to travel to the country side. The dome gave off a light during "Daylight" hours that would illuminate the Dome as though it were daytime. And at night, the light would go dark and dim, and you could see the bioluminescent fish around the top of the dome moving and swimming around almost like stars.
Here in this civilization, there live the merfolk. Once a human race, these people were gifted by the Gods. Spacious lands, bountiful harvests, plentiful hunting, and numerous births. But when they took the gifts for granted and claimed themselves Gods, or even so, better than and tried to claim more than was given to them, the Gods smited their civilization and dropped it down to the deepest darkest depths of the ocean. Forever banished from the surface world. And when they submerged into salt water, they underwent a transformation.
Their legs would bind and become a long and scaled tail. Their arms would adorn razor sharp fins along the forearms. Fingers would web, and gills would form along the neck and lower back to allow them to breathe in the water. They could come and go from the dome, but they could never break the surface of the ocean. The air of the surface would burn their skin like acid. Only men were allowed to hunt outside of the Dome. These men were Knights to the King and were in groups of five men at a time.
Over time, they would grow their own versions of vegetables within the dome. They would hunt within the ocean for meats and other plant like to eat. And they would live on that way for many centuries. Never aging, but they could die. If one was in the ocean too long, they became "Lost" and would soon become a primal being that would eventually dissolve into seawater for all eternity. Soulless and unable to be saved. The women were also changed, and most births would be of males, if the baby was carried to full term. The men realized that they were soon losing the chance to repopulate, as well as many were going without mates. This would drive them to madness and they would seek the solace of the Ocean's Call and would become Lost.
There were those that thought it possible that maybe they could try to claim human females as their mates. But this was very risky. The rule was that a human could only be brought to the dome if they were going to die of drowning. If they could be saved, they were returned to the surface world. If they were dying, they had to survive the swim back into the abyss to the Dome. For them to be able to keep them breathing on the deep dive, the Mer must fasten their mouth to the Human's and breathe for them. Otherwise they will drown. Should a human live through the dive, then there is a chance that they could be made into a Mer, but the catch is they have to be drowned in salt water for the change to take effect. This has never been fully tested successfully.
Now it is Modern Day, and the surface world is still oblivious to the world of the Abyss. Shipwreck and boating accident survivors chalked up the fact they were alive to mere luck or maybe a miracle. But what would happen when the first female they rescue from drowning lives the dive, and is now trapped to live in the Dome for the rest of eternity? Will she choose a mate amongst the Mer? Will she try and escape? Will she change and then try to escape to the surface? Only time will tell when you dive down....
Deep into the Abyss....
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Explaining. That was the hard part and considering how rare it was for someone to get this far, Isaac was certainly out of practice. He watched the girl carefully, unsure whether to approach her or even touch her as he could sense that she was not only confused about her current circumstances, but it appeared she was also disturbed by whatever had occurred before her fall. Isaac knew he couldn’t just stand there and say or do nothing and especially so when she started to freak out. He trusted his instincts, moving closer to her, a hand extended to grip her shoulder gently. He didn’t think he was being too forward and believed that maybe a little bit of physical contact would be good for her.
“Let’s take this slow?” he suggested with a chuckle, hoping a smile would also ease her nerves. Though, Isaac himself was incredibly nervous still. “Why don’t we start with the basics? I suppose it would do good to first mention that you are not dead.” It would be a hard thing to believe. Why else would one wake up in a place such as their own? This was a place you expected to read about in a book of fairytales or maybe watch on screen – there world was a fantasy to those from the land. Sure, there had been laws that had been prepared for a day like this, but they were starting to believe this day would never come.
She of course wasn’t the only one who had reason to panic. Isaac was sure that by now news of the first surviving human, a woman nonetheless, now being here in Calalora was sure to spread and create quite the frenzy. This was why it was necessary for her to have a protector, a guardian. There would be plenty of men who would seek her hand and that could cause quite the bit of tension between the lot of them. Isaac knew this kind of information would have to be delivered slowly to the female as he suspected it would be even more upsetting to know that she’d be seen as one of the New Mothers that would ensure the future generations of their people.
“My name is Isaac, Head guard and Right Hand to King Titus. I am the one who rescued and will be here as your protector.” Isaac knew that he couldn’t be shy and certainly she would have doubt in his skills if he didn’t come off as confident. He wanted to make it clear that his duty was to her and assuring that her new life here, in the abyss, would be pleasant. Though Isaac wasn’t sure how well she could handle it when she really took in his appearance. “And what should I call you?”
[font "Times New Roman" Ivy watched as the woman stood when someone knocked. She had an annoyed look on her face but it was gone when she brought a man into the room with her. He seemed to be calm in his features, except he had a look in his eyes that claimed otherwise. She led him in and then left them alone in the room, disappearing somewhere else in the house, seemingly fine with leaving them be when before she had been chasing the others away. Was this the one she mentioned before? Isaac? The one she called her protector?
A glance to his figure would certainly agree. His clothes didn't hide the muscle behind them, and he had a face that could break an Angel's heart. His eyes were almost familiar and they seemed even brighter under the fall of his dark hair. He had a kind looking face, his eyes carried an almost seriousness to them and she found herself picturing him in laughter. That thought startled her. He greeted her, and like the woman, he seemed to speak the same language as her, which was a good thing. He mentioned that he was checking in on her and she didn't understand why he was worried for her.
She glanced to her water cup, and felt the dryness in her throat again, so she slowly took another drink while watching him. The woman from before called out from the other room she was in, claiming that the human was healed, just in shock and would need things to be explained to her. Ivy had jumped a bit when the woman had called out. That woman was scary in her own right. She seemed kind enough but something told Ivy that she had no issues holding her own either.
[#00CED1 [b "I..... where am I? Am I dead?"]] Her voice was hoarse and she felt like she'd swallowed sand as she tried to speak, but the water was helping. [#00CED1 [b "The..... last thing.... I remember.... He.... he threw me into the water. when I said no... he through me over....."]] She whimpered slightly and pulled her legs closer to her as her gaze went distant and she thought back to her death.
She was starting to panic again. Tears welling in her eyes. She could smell the brandy as if he was pressed against her again, and she pressed against the back of the sofa bed as if trying to get away from the smell. It was only a memory, not the real thing, but her pale skin had paled even more in such as fear darkened her eyes. Ivy was usually very strong willed, stubborn, even hard headed. But the memory of feeling so helpless had really scared her and shown her just how vulnerable she really was in the world. Now she was dead and was probably about to face judgment of some kind. That would explain the gorgeous man in front of her.
She pushed some of her hair out of her face and frowned seeing the teal locks. Would she be stuck with the teal color all of her afterlife? That thought had her missing her darker, chocolate color she had been born with. Funny how such a thing had been easy to give up when you knew it was temporary. Now that she was dead, she wanted it back. Her tears became too much, and mixed with the shock of everything, she lost her control and buried her face into her knees as she cried. The gown she wore fit her perfectly, and it was cool against her skin as her face was flushed in her upset. She trembled as she cried, her tears burning her eyes in their trails.
To come across a human was rare, most of them were nearly dead by the time they reached the dome. Sometimes it was an accidental fall, a corpse thrown in, or in sadder cases, a child that had strayed too far from the family. Women especially were hard to come by. Seeing this woman made Isaac curious. Who was she? What led her to this predicament? Thoughts swirled through his mind as he looked down at her. the memory of her eyes filled his mind. She was enchanting surely and if she survived, he was sure she would become quite popular. Though, that would come after the shock and that was to be truth only if she weren’t to go mad. He didn’t expect that she would be able to take news of where she was very easily nor lightly. If anything, his duty was to protect her and he would do his best to make sure she felt safe always.
“How is she doing?” King Titus asked.
“Last I checked, she was stable. Though, I’m not sure. I was making my way back to see her.”
“And she was alone?” They paused in the middle of the corridor. King Titus was a man of great stature, strong arms and broad shoulders. He had a look of intimidation, though he was a kind man and a fair one; above all he admired you for your loyalty.
“Yes she was alone. I’m assuming maybe she came off a boat, there’s no land anywhere close to her and she seemed dressed for some sort of affair.” Their knowledge of the human world was slightly limited, more so catalogues of what certain merfolk had seen and come back to tell them. Their map was probably a bit disorganized, only telling of certain land points that they could point out. In all, the sea was their whole world.
“Well, see to it that everything is in order with her.”
“Of course,” Isaac responded. He soon headed in the opposite direction and toward the halls where they were keeping the woman. He was
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When Isaac returned to the hall he was met by Ethan as well as a few other men. H wasn’t surprised, the news of a female in the Abyss was a hot topic and created a lot of buzz. Not to mention, it created competition, despite there being laws against anther trying to take one’s prospective mate. Isaac feared he was getting ahead of himself. He didn’t see Nevala and feared that maybe something had gone wrong. Had she not survived?
“Where is Nevala?” Isaac asked Ethan.
“She’s with the woman. She awoke shortly ago.” The news of her at least waking up set a breath of relief within Isaac. He thought about how lifeless she had seemed when in his arms, her clothing wrapped tightly against her. Her skin was a smooth milky texture that he imagined to be just as soft as the fabric her dress had been made up of. He’d no chance to see of course as he was ushered out by Nevala when changing her into dry clothing. Isaac himself was no longer bare-chested. He wore a white shirt that stretched from one end of his shoulder and down, leaving the other exposed. His hair no longer flowed free, instead tied back, rebellious strands framing his face.
Isaac knocked on the door before hearing Nevala answer, as though knowing it were him. Isaac admittedly was a bit nervosa, but he did well in not showing it.
‘I was just checking in on you,” he admitted.
[font "Times New Roman" One moment Ivy was cold, then she was numb. She was grateful for the numbness, it took away the burning pain of the cold. Everything was black and her body felt light. Was she floating? What was the last thing she remembered before the numbness took over? Rushing waters, burning in her lungs. She didn't want to go back to the pain. She wanted to let the floating numbness take her. Then a worry hit her. Was she dead? That would suck. Upside, she wouldn't have to try and come up with rent money for this month again. The only family she had was her brother and he was currently in prison for drug charges. They hadn't been close since Dad passed half a dozen years ago. Would he mourn her death?
But she was thrown over the railing. No one knew she had gone over. Would they even know she had died? How long before they found her corpse floating this far out to sea? Her mind was running too fast for her to believe that she was dead. Did the dead have such coherently running thoughts? Something warm touched her body and brought back the chilling cold around her. She wanted to give into the numb so the pain would go away, but the warmth felt good, too. She was starting to feel her cold body once more, something warm around her. A touch to her cheek and she felt her closed eyes flutter lightly. Then warmth blossomed along her lips and she felt a pull from deep within her lungs that proved to her that she wasn't dead, but she was pretty close.
What was happening to her? Was she found? A rush of cold water around her body told her that she had been found, but she wasn't near the surface. Was she being taken by some deep depths monster fish that wanted to eat her? She started to pry her eyes open and she wished she hadn't. Salty water stung her eyes again, and she couldn't see shapes, only darkness. She thought she could see a pair of eyes close to her, but soon she was back in the darkness and blissful numbing sensation.
There was a woman's voice, faintly, as if down some hallway. She couldn't quite hear what she was saying, but it sounded irritated. Ivy pressed her eyes together tightly to fight the urge to open them and wake up from the deep sleep she felt. She was warm and her body felt heavy again. There were other voices. Several male voices if the tones in her ears were right. The woman's voice became irritated as her hearing focused slowly.
[#e6aa00 [b "I already have told you.... None get to see her but Isaac. He is the one who saved her, he is her protector. You all know the laws that were made in the events that this happened. I have given her healing, the rest is up to her if she lives. No other males may enter to see her without Isaac's permission as her guardian and he is in his home dealing with the affliction of his change."]] The woman ranted. Ivy had no idea what this woman was talking about, but she could feel the rawness of her lungs as she realized that she was breathing.
[#00FF00 [b "Is it true, Nevala? Is the female Human? Is she from the surface?"]] A male's voice asked and was joined by several masculine tones of inquiry afterwards. His question confused Ivy and she was beginning to get a headache. She stopped trying to listen and focused more on her body. Every muscle ached, her eyes and lungs burned, her throat felt dry. The worst case of cottonmouth anyone could have. They tell you not to drink the ocean water for a reason. Ivy tried stretching out her body and whimpered at the stiffness. The voices went quiet and the woman began shooing the males away before she came into the room with Ivy.
[#e6aa00 [b "Do you live, young one?"]] She asked, though didn't wait for an answer. Immediately she was at Ivy's side with a cup of water. The view was blurry as she tried to focus, the woman helping her to sip the cool water - no salt anywhere in it. If Ivy had been given the cup she might have downed the whole thing in one go. She slowly sat up and blinked her eyes a few times as the room began to settle into view.
She was on a couch type of bed, it was made of a plush silk or satin like fabric and was soft to the touch. The room around her looked as though the walls were made of some kind of stone, as though the room was carved into the wall of a large rock, and embedded into the wall was tile like stones, almost gem-like in colors and shines. Mosaics and murals and patterns that looked like they took such precision and care to place. There were no windows, no sign of electrical lights, but the room seemed to shimmer in light and she could see easily. The woman was tall and slender, bound in a toga like gown, clasped at one shoulder with a beautiful golden broach. The woman was tanned skin and a model's face that would make any woman cry. Her dark brown curls fell loose down from a headband of coiled gold and Ivy was sure that now she was dead.
She looked to herself and frowned slightly. Had she always been in white? No, the costume had been a light blue. Her costume on the yacht. Where she had been pushed over and into the water. The cold water that gripped her body and dragged her down. Ivy started to panic and her breathing became gasping whimpers as she remembered everything up until she blacked out. The woman was next to her in a moment and had Ivy bending forward to place her head between her knees to stave off her hysterics. [#e6aa00 [b "Panic.... you must remember what happened? If you are remembering, then that is a good sign. You are very strong to make it here. Other humans have died before making it this far."]] She looked to the woman with an incredulous look.
Humans have....died? Humans? Where the hell was she? Was she dead? She had to be dead. None of this was making sense to her and if someone was calling her human and not just a person, then she was dead and in the afterlife, right? God help her, her body hurt, and she swore she was going insane.
Isaac had known the depths of these deep blue waters all his life. Tales of the upperworld though had always floated around. Especially once he had become one of the knights that served the King. This was not a role that he took lightly, as his father had been a knight as well and Isaac took great pride in that. So much so that the King trusted him especially over the others. When there was word of trouble or something of importance that needed to be done, Isaac was expected to be in charge. So, when there was news of a floater, someone that had breached into their territory, Isaac was called to discover [I who] it was. At this point there was some slight tension, the merpeople curious as to the fate of their species considering how low the female birthrate had been as of late. Especially of importance was finding an heir for the King, who at this point had only two daughters. So, when news of the floater being a woman was made known, Isaac was sent out first on retrieval.
“There!” Ethan had pointed out. They were outside of the dome and Isaac could make out the figure, thick white cloth swarming beneath her filling repeatedly with water, dragging her down like a block of cement. A thick blue take with scales that shimmered silver in the darkness stroked through the water as Isaac made his way over to her. Getting through water was effortless and he took hold of her in his arms. She was passed out he could tell, but there was that feint beating of her heart and Isaac felt if she had survived this far, there would be problem in taking her. If not, she would more than likely die if she couldn’t awake and fight her way to the surface. His hand caressed her cheek gently, the look of panic almost frozen on which led him to believe she had been in great terror when the ocean swallowed her.
He knew he had to act quick and with ease Isaac leaned in, his lips pressing against hers where with a small gasp to kickstart his breaths soon began to fill her. Long strands of dark black hair swarmed through the water as he held her close and began his way back to the dome. They weren’t sure if she would survive, yet once inside he had her rushed to a room in a wing of the castle. Would she surprise them?
[font "Times New Roman" [center Ivy Morgan sighed as she pulled the toga straight in the bathroom. It was hard as hell to use the bathroom in this stupid thing. It was either get this really long one, or get the slutty short one. No way was she doing that. Just because she worked for a bunch of rich assholes, didn't mean she was going to act like the other bimbos in employment here to try and earn that extra wad of cash. She was sure that wasn't the only "wad" they were getting. The thought nearly made her gag.
They were on a large yacht, serving and catering a costumed party, miles out from any visual land. No matter where you looked, you could only see water. The other girls had dressed in slutty outfits. Maids, cats, cops, nurses, anything with low necklines, high skirts, heels, and a view of whatever they wanted to show off. Ivy was wearing an ankle length, powder blue toga held at one shoulder with a gold broach - fake costume jewelry with matching wrist gauntlets, long gold earrings, a gold necklace, and a band of gold around her forehead. Her feet wore gladiator type sandals. Her hair - which was dyed a "mermaid blue turquoise" - was pinned up in curls and her makeup was matching to the colors she wore.
Knocking on the door made her sigh once again. [#00CED1 [b "Yeah, Felicity.... I'll be right out!"]] The woman on the other side of the door pushed her to hurry up as Mr. Hennedy was looking for her. Ivy groaned to hang her head. Mr. Hennedy was one of her boss's colleagues. After she had served him three brandies and his meal, he'd taken a shine to her that she didn't want to receive. She gave herself one more once over, and then went back to work.
Thankfully the party was out on the main deck of the yacht, and the party was rather large, so rarely was Ivy ever left alone with anyone too long. Back and forth to the kitchen and deck, serving guests, and avoiding Mr. Hennedy at all costs. When he was close he would like to place a hand to her back, or her shoulders. He would lean in too close, and she could always catch him staring. How she was earning attention and was the most modestly dressed woman here was still a surprise to her. [#00CED1 [b [i Of all the damned rotten luck in the world....]]] She thought to herself as she filled his brandy once again.
When it was time for their dinner, the guests were all escorted to the dining room and the deck waitresses were given a break. Some were on the back of the yacht for a smoke break, some had gone to mingle in the dining hall. Ivy was at one of the side walk ways taking a breather. her feet hurt in this sandals, she was tired of her legs getting tied up in the clingy fabric of her dress. She leaned on the railing and pushed some of her hair that had fallen free from her curls out of her face and away from her mouth. She could taste the spray of the ocean water on her lips and she finished a bottle of water before tossing it in the trash near where she stood. She hadn't noticed the man that came up behind her until the smell of brandy assaulted her nose.
[#800000 [b "You should feel honored, Miss Morgan. I could have my choice of any of those sluts that usually run this event, but I've had my eyes for you all night. So why do I get the feeling that you are being rather..... ungrateful?"]] An arm came around her waist to pull her against the large older man and she had to fight the urge to vomit at the smell of him mixed with the brandy. She swore once she got home, she'd never go near brandy again. He started to paw at her and she quickly pushed the drunkard away from her.
[#00CED1 [b "I am not ungrateful! I am just not consenting to what you are offering! I am not interested and want no part of what you are proposing..... If you want some slut then go ask one of the other girls, I'm sure they're more than willing to get on their knees for you..... "]] She snarled at him as she pressed her back against the railing behind her. Music started up inside the Yacht, it was sure that no one inside would hear her if she screamed for help. [#00CED1 [b [i Shit...]]]
He tried for her again, grabbing at her as she struggled to push him away, crying out her refusals on drunken ears that were used to being given what he wanted. She threatened to report him to the police and he grunted when her knee came up to his stomach, though she had been aiming for his groin. [#800000 [b "I tire of these games, little girl. I could have made your life easy. More money than you even knew what to do with. Houses all over the country, designer clothes, and jewels beyond your wildest dreams. but you had to be such a bitch, didn't you? No one will even know you're gone...."]] he slurred at her, his words lisping in his drunken state. By the time she realized what he had said, she had been lifted up and tossed over the railing and into the cold water below.
She struggled to try and swim to the surface, the yacht causing currents all around her that caused her to get tangled in her own skirts, keeping her from kicking. She was tossed and rocked by the water, she couldn't find air. She couldn't gasp or scream for help. Her eyes burned from the saltwater. Her lungs ached for air that she couldn't grab enough of. She coughed and gagged and swallowed more and more water as she seemed to sink farther and father from the surface of the water. Now that her skirts were drenched in water, they were heavy and pulled her down. She was a wafting cloud of skirts as she fought to live, but the cold around her made her body ache until she was numb. Her lungs were gripping in her chest for air that never came. After what could have been minutes, hours, or even days, she stilled and her world went black. Her heart weak but the only thing that still fought to keep her alive.
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