December 6, 2018 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures

This is the story that the fox tells. He speaks in low, sad tones. He paints a picture with words, like MeaZea has never seen or heard before.

“When I was little, the sun went out. Everyone else was afraid of the dark…but I loved it. In the dark, I could be myself. I didn’t have to hide under a coat. I could just be me.”

“One day, during these Dark Times, a young woman came to my home. She was beautiful, but she was sad. Even in the dark, she glowed like every good thing I’ve ever dreamt of.”

“And she liked me.”

“She liked me so much.”

“But then one day, she got too close, and her light shined on me. She could see me, under my hood. And it scared her. She ran away and left me alone, here, by myself…but I never forgot her. Even when the light came back to the world. I never forgot how beautiful she was, and how she loved me before she could see me.”

“The Lady of the Sun left her home because no one could see past her appearances…and then she left my home because of how I looked. And it’s that rabbit’s fault!”

MeaZea interrupts, “how? How is it the rabbit’s fault?”

“Because the rabbit told her to get closer! The rabbit knew what I looked like and feared me unjustly! So she made the Lady of the Sun get closer, because she knew – “ The fox cuts himself off with a snarl. He spins around so fast that his cloak whips out, and MeaZea catches a quick glimpse of black oil and red fur and something that moves.

And MeaZea understands, in a way, what it’s like to have people judge you for how you look. She knows that many doubt her because she’s a mermaid. She knows that many fear WooFZee because he’s a wolf.

So she reaches out, catching the keeper of the coin’s paw with her hands. She squeezes it tight, gives him a stunning smile. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.” The fox pulls his paw away. “Because I became something to be feared. Why should I be kind when it doesn’t matter?”

“Because there’s always a chance – “

“No! The Lady of the Sun was my chance! She trusted me enough to share her real name!” The fox storms over to the corner of the room, where a large chest sits. He pushes it open, revealing a seemingly endless amount of golden coins inside. “And then she took my name and she ran! So that’s who I am, now, that’s what I do! A name thief. A secret stealer.” He bares his fangs at MeaZea in a nasty smile. “And now, I’ll have secrets from the deep to add to my collection!”

 

Katelynn E Koontz – Author