August 25, 2016 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures

Down, down, down they go. The cavern seems endless. The darkness is so thick, it threatens to swallow Pao and WooFZee whole. Slowly, softly, something else fills the ravine.

Where once there was nothing but blackness and silence, now a sickly sweet voice echoes off the stone walls.

Come to me
Come to me
Your journey has been long
Weary bones
And a longing for home
Come to me
Come to me
Now

Come to me
Come to me
Rest your eyes
Heal your mind
A brief respite for you
Come to me
Come to me
Now

Come to me
Come to me
My wayward son
It is time for a peaceful rest
Don’t worry anymore
Come to me
Come to me
Now

The words are haunting and the melody is captivating. WooFZee is drawn to the words, much like a moth is to the flame. He changes course, following the sound until a faint blue glow fills the cavern.

Behind the glow, two golden rings rest. A white film clings to them, hiding away their treasured contents. In front of it, a young woman floats in the darkened waters. A pale white summer dress floats out around her legs. Blue hair hangs in front of her face, hiding it from view.

“Come to me,” she sings, in that lovely voice. “Come to me. Come to me, now.”

WooFZee is struck by her beauty, and by the words of her song. As if in a daze, he asks, “who are you?”

“I am the one you’ve been looking for,” says the woman. “I am the reason you came down to this dreaded cavern. You’re here to save me. You’re here to take me home?”

That doesn’t sound right. WooFZee blinks, hard. “Home?”

“Home,” repeats the woman. “Take me home. Please, please! You came all of this way. Isn’t it time for us to go rest, now? Isn’t it time for our journey to end?”

WooFZee’s legs are hurting, his muscles burning from swimming for so long. A fog lays over the mind of the wolf. It’s hard to think.

Surely, someone like this wouldn’t lie to me?


And yet, there’s a flicker of doubt at the back of his mind. He came here for something.

He came here for someone.

“MeaZea,” says WooFZee, as if that one word is a question; as if that one word is an answer.

“That’s who I am,” says the woman. “You haven’t forgotten me, have you?”

Suddenly, Pao grabs hold of one of WooFZee’s ears. His other hand is clamped firmly over his ear. “Don’t listen to her,” says Pao. “It’s a siren, WooFZee! She’s lying to you!”

The woman starts to cry. “How can you let him say such horrible things? That man – he’s the reason I’m here!”

“You don’t look like MeaZea,” says WooFZee, but it’s becoming very hard to remember what the mermaid looks like. “Where’s your tail?”

“Get her hair back,” shouts Pao, backing away and putting both hands over his ears. “Flip her hair back, and you’ll see! That’s not her, WooFZee! That’s not her!”

 

Katelynn E Koontz – Author