February 23, 2017 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures
“We don’t want your water,” promises MeaZea. “We haven’t come here to take anything from you. In fact, we’re here to help.”
“Don’t need your help,” snarls the fae. She is obviously the leader of the group, the other moon fae staying crouched behind her, poised and ready to fight at a moments notice. From their claws to their fangs to the sheer number of their makeshift army, it’s clear that the battle won’t be an easy one.
Once upon a time, the fae must have been beautiful. Right now, though, they are dark and ominious. They are predators, and this land belongs to their kind and their kind alone.
“We need your help,” tries MeaZea. “The Moon Man needs your help, too. His watch is broken. He says that you can fix it. That you’ve fixed it before.”
This time, MeaZea’s only answer comes in the form of a wordless snarl. WooFZee pins his ears, drops his tail down to half mast. The wolf bares his teeth and snarls right back. “This isn’t working,” he says. “We need to try something else.”
“The starfire poisoned the water, and that changed the fae.” MeaZea’s gaze drifts towards the pool of water, almost completely hidden beneath the thick, billowing fog. “Maybe I need to go find it.”
“Don’t even talk about that! We have no idea what it’s done to the water. MeaZea, you can’t go down there. You don’t even know what you’re looking for.”
“We need the fae to be in their right minds,” insists MeaZea. She bends down, pressing her lips against his furry ear. “This is important, WooFZee. Hold them off, but don’t hurt them. I’m going to go see if I can figure out what’s going on in that water. Get me as close to the fog as you can.”
WooFZee whines low in his throat, but he knows that no amount of arguing is going to change the mermaid’s mind. And so he moves forward, darting towards the fog. The leader of the moon fae gives a rougish battle cry, the sound like marbles rattling around in an empty tin can. They move, then, the entire army of fae swarming forward.
“Be careful,” shouts MeaZea, using her arms to propel herself off of WooFZee’s back and into the waters below. She thinks, I hope this is the right choice!
The water is warm, unusually so. It’s like diving into a pool within the middle of a tropical paradise. But, for a moment, the warmth is all engulfing and the fog strips MeaZea of her vision. She is surrounded by billowing shades of white, gray, and the palest blue. Her mind drifts, drawn towards the notion of sleep.
For a moment, all that she does is float just beneath the surface.
Katelynn E Koontz – Author