October 4, 2016 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures

Pao takes a deep breath. He lifts up one hand and presses it against the pale yellow veil that connects the golden circlets. “I don’t know. I don’t know how to get her out of here. But…she was being guarded by a siren, so I think that’s the key.”

“Okay,” says WooFZee. He takes a deep breath. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that you need to talk to her,” answers Pao. His palm slides down, but the water washes away any prints that might have been left on the veil. “Sirens guard through songs. They trick people, they lure them in with sugar coated words and devour them. So I think, maybe, that you need to talk to her.”

WooFZee’s ears flatten. Wet fur hangs off the backs of his legs. “What do I talk to her about?”

“Your life together,” answers Pao. “I think that, if you could remind her about her worth, she might be able to break out of there on her own.”

That makes sense. Encouraged by the fallen star’s gentle words, WooFZee presses his nose against the veil. It’s strangely warm. “Do you remember when we first met? I was so upset. I didn’t have anyone. I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life. But you! You knew. Right from the start, you knew where you were going and what you wanted to do.”

The stories come easily after that. They drip off of WooFZee’s lips like molten silver. He talks about their excursion into the Fae Realm, where wings had sprung out of his shoulders, where she had taken on a monarch that had gone out of control. He weaves the glimpses an adventure through a haunted graveyard together, talks about their days spent healing the broken lands of Miadore.

For so long, these two have been traveling together, trying to make the world a better place. And now – now WooFZee just wants to make sure that MeaZea is able to keep seeing it, is able to keep helping others.

Suddenly, sparks of white light flood off the veil. A hand presses against the cage from the inside, palm resting against the place where WooFZee is resting his nose. The yellow veil flickers – once – twice – three times, and then it vanishes completely.

MeaZea is inside the golden circlets, as expected. She looks tired. There are dark smears under her eyes and tangles in her hair. Aside from that, though, she seems unharmed. Mostly, she just looks confused. “WooFZee?”

And the wolf is upon her then, lavishing her with sloppy kisses. His tongue laps at her shoulders, her arms, her cheeks. The might hunter is so relieved that he can taste it, salt water flooding into his mouth and a rough scale scraping against the bottom of his tongue. “You’re okay,” he pants. “You’re okay! It worked! Pao, it worked!”

But when the wolf turns around to grin at Pao, he finds the star looking down at his out held hands. They’re starting to vanish, turning translucent from the finger tips down.


Katelynn E Koontz – Author