The Mermaid of the Forgotten Sea

Sixteen years ago, a terrible storm swallowed an entire kingdom beneath the sea.

No one knew exactly what happened.

The mermaids who survived called it The Night of the Black Tide. They said the ocean turned completely dark, the moon disappeared behind a wall of clouds, and something ancient woke beneath the deepest trench.

After that night, one rule was passed down through every underwater kingdom:

Never swim beyond the Moonstone Reef.

For sixteen years, nobody dared to disobey it.

Nobody except Aria.

Aria was a young mermaid with silver-blue hair, a shimmering turquoise tail, and an unusual ability that she had spent her entire life trying to hide.

She could hear the ocean speak.

Not the songs of whales.

Not the clicking of dolphins.

The ocean itself.

Sometimes, when she was alone, she heard whispers beneath the waves.

Most of the time they were impossible to understand.

But lately, one voice had become clearer.

Aria...

The first time she heard her name, she thought she imagined it.

The second time, she knew she hadn't.

And on the seventh night, the voice said something that made her blood run cold.

Aria... your mother is still alive.

Aria stopped swimming.

Her mother had disappeared sixteen years ago during the Black Tide.

Everyone had told her the same story.

Her mother was dead.

Aria had grown up believing it.

But the ocean was telling her otherwise.

She raced toward the Moonstone Reef.

The forbidden boundary shimmered ahead of her, glowing beneath the moonlight.

She knew she wasn't supposed to cross it.

She also knew she couldn't ignore what she'd heard.

Taking one final breath, Aria swam beyond the reef.

The moment she crossed the boundary, every sound in the ocean disappeared.

No fish.

No currents.

No distant whale songs.

Nothing.

Then she saw it.

A giant black palace resting at the bottom of the sea.

Its towers were covered in ancient symbols, and thousands of glowing blue eyes stared from the darkness surrounding it.

Aria slowly approached.

A massive stone gate opened by itself.

And from somewhere inside the palace came a voice.

Her mother's voice.

"Aria... whatever you do, don't come inside."

Aria's heart stopped.

Because behind her, something enormous moved through the darkness.

Something that had been waiting for her.

And then the gates slammed shut.

Chapter Two

The Black Palace

Aria couldn't breathe.

She knew, logically, that she didn't need to. She had spent her entire life beneath the waves, where breathing came as naturally as swimming. Yet as her mother's voice echoed through the ancient palace gates, something inside her tightened until even the ocean seemed impossible to swallow.

Aria... whatever you do, don't come inside.

Her mother's voice.

Not a memory. Not a story someone had told her. Not a distant echo from the past.

Her mother.

Alive.

Sixteen years of wondering had come down to this single moment.

Aria pressed both hands against the enormous stone gates, her fingertips trembling against the cold, black surface.

"Mom?"

Her voice disappeared into the darkness.

She waited.

Nothing.

"Mom, please."

Still nothing.

The silence that followed felt wrong.

The ocean around the palace was completely still. No fish darted through the shadows. No currents stirred the strands of kelp growing between the ruins. Even the tiny creatures that usually glowed in the darkness seemed to have vanished.

Aria glanced over her shoulder.

The black palace stretched behind her like the skeleton of something enormous. Its towers disappeared into the darkness above, their jagged spires wrapped in strange vines that pulsed faintly with blue light.

She should leave.

Every instinct inside her told her to turn around.

Instead, she whispered, "I'm here."

A low rumble answered.

Aria froze.

The sound hadn't come from the palace.

It had come from behind her.

Slowly, she turned.

At first, she saw nothing.

Only darkness.

Then two enormous golden eyes opened.

They were so large that Aria instinctively recoiled, her tail striking the water as she pushed herself backward.

Something moved beyond the reach of the faint blue light.

A shadow.

Massive.

"Aria."

The voice was deep and strangely familiar.

She stared into the darkness.

"Who are you?"

The creature moved closer.

The darkness seemed to bend around him.

He was shaped like a man, but there was nothing entirely human about him. His long black hair drifted around his shoulders, and dark markings covered his skin like scales. Two enormous fins extended from his back, moving slowly with the current. His eyes burned gold against the darkness.

But it was the expression on his face that frightened Aria most.

He wasn't angry.

He was afraid.

And he was looking at her as though he had known her for years.

"You have her eyes," he said quietly.

Aria's heart stopped.

"My mother?"

The creature didn't answer.

Instead, his gaze shifted toward the palace.

"I knew Seren."

Aria immediately moved closer.

"You knew her?"

"Yes."

"Then you know where she is."

His expression hardened.

"She's inside."

Aria spun toward the gates.

Before she could reach them, his hand closed around her wrist.

"You don't understand."

Aria jerked against his grip.

"Then explain it."

"You need to go home."

"No."

"Aria."

"I'm not leaving."

His eyes narrowed.

"You have no idea what is waiting for you in there."

"I've spent sixteen years waiting for my mother."

Her voice cracked on the last word.

She hated that it did.

She hated that this stranger had managed to see the one wound she'd spent her entire life hiding.

Everyone in Nerissa knew the story.

Seren had sacrificed herself during the Black Tide.

She had died saving the kingdom.

Aria had been too young to remember her.

But she remembered the empty space she had left behind.

She remembered waking from nightmares and calling for a mother who couldn't answer.

She remembered birthdays where every other girl had someone waiting for them at home.

She remembered asking questions and receiving silence.

And now, for the first time, someone was telling her that the story she'd been given was a lie.

"You don't know my mother," Aria whispered.

The creature's expression softened.

"I knew her better than you ever could."

Anger flared inside her.

"Then tell me what happened."

He hesitated.

That hesitation told her more than his words could have.

"Your mother didn't disappear sixteen years ago," he finally said.

Aria stared at him.

"What?"

"She was imprisoned."

The word seemed to echo through the water.

"By who?"

He looked toward the palace.

"Your kingdom."

Aria shook her head.

"No."

"They wanted you to believe she was dead."

"You're lying."

"I wish I were."

"My mother saved Nerissa."

The creature looked at her with something that resembled pity.

"That's what they told you."

Aria's stomach twisted.

She wanted to believe him.

That was the worst part.

Somewhere deep inside her, she had always known something was wrong.

The official story had never felt like a story about her mother.

It had felt like a story about someone Aria was supposed to admire from a distance.

A hero.

A sacrifice.

A name carved into history.

But never her mother.

She opened her mouth to ask another question when a tremendous crack echoed through the palace.

The creature's head snapped toward the gates.

His expression changed instantly.

"Go."

Aria looked at him.

"What?"

"Go back to Nerissa."

"No."

"Now."

"I'm not leaving without her."

He swam toward her.

"Aria, listen to me."

But she was already turning.

The gates had begun to open.

Slowly.

Silently.

A darkness deeper than the surrounding ocean waited on the other side.

Aria looked back at him one last time.

"Who are you?"

For a moment, he said nothing.

Then his eyes filled with something she couldn't understand.

Regret.

"Someone who failed your mother."

Before Aria could ask what he meant, he disappeared into the darkness.

"Wait!"

She reached after him.

Nothing.

He was gone.

Aria turned back toward the palace.

The gates were fully open now.

She knew she should swim away.

Instead, she crossed the threshold.

The moment she entered, the gates slammed shut behind her.

Aria spun around.

"Hello?"

Her voice echoed through the enormous chamber.

No answer came.

She slowly turned back.

The palace was beautiful in a way that made her uneasy.

Ancient statues lined the walls, their stone faces worn smooth by centuries beneath the sea. Strange symbols covered the floor. Blue light glowed beneath cracks in the stone, casting everything in an eerie, underwater shimmer.

Then Aria noticed the statues.

Each one showed the same mysterious figure.

A woman.

No—a girl.

She was holding a crystal between her hands.

The Heart of the Ocean.

Aria swam closer.

Something about the statue made her skin prickle.

The girl's face looked familiar.

Too familiar.

Aria raised a trembling hand.

Her fingers touched the stone.

The world vanished.

Suddenly she was somewhere else.

The ocean was raging around her.

Black waves churned overhead.

Lightning flashed through the water.

A woman was holding a baby.

Aria.

Her mother.

Seren.

She looked younger than Aria remembered from the few paintings she'd seen. Her silver-blue hair streamed around her face, and tears were running down her cheeks.

Standing opposite her was the creature from outside.

They were arguing.

Aria couldn't hear their words.

Then Seren looked down at the baby in her arms.

Her expression changed.

Fear.

Pure, devastating fear.

She looked toward something beyond the vision.

Toward Aria.

And somehow, impossibly, Aria knew her mother could see her.

Seren's lips moved.

"If she ever comes looking for me..."

The vision flickered.

"Don't let her find the truth."

Aria's heart shattered.

The world snapped back into place.

She cried out and collapsed against the palace floor.

For several seconds she couldn't move.

Then she felt a hand against her cheek.

A woman's hand.

Warm.

Familiar.

Aria opened her eyes.

And everything inside her stopped.

Silver-blue hair floated around a woman's face.

Eyes she'd seen only in dreams stared back at her.

Her mother.

Seren.

For sixteen years, Aria had imagined this moment.

She had imagined running into her mother's arms.

She had imagined crying.

She had imagined hearing that she had been loved every single day.

But now that it was happening, Aria couldn't move.

Seren reached toward her.

"My little girl."

Aria's lips trembled.

"Why?"

Seren's eyes filled with tears.

"Aria—"

"Why did you leave me?"

"I didn't."

"Then why didn't you come home?"

Seren closed her eyes.

For a moment, she looked impossibly tired.

"I tried."

"Then why?"

A violent tremor shook the palace.

Dust and fragments of stone fell from the ceiling.

Seren grabbed Aria's hand.

"We have to go."

"Go where?"

"Anywhere but here."

Another impact shook the walls.

This time, Aria felt something beneath the floor.

Something moving.

Something enormous.

Seren's fingers tightened around hers.

"It's awake."

Aria stared at her.

"What is?"

Her mother's face went pale.

"The thing that caused the Black Tide."

A whisper moved through the palace.

Then another.

Then hundreds.

Thousands.

Voices rising from every corner of the darkness.

All of them saying the same thing.

Her name.

Aria.

Aria.

Aria.

Seren pulled her daughter against her.

For the first time in Aria's life, she could feel her mother's arms around her.

And yet Seren was shaking.

"It's been waiting for you," she whispered.

Aria looked into her mother's frightened eyes.

"Why?"

Seren stared at her for a long moment.

Then she whispered the words that would change everything Aria thought she knew about herself.

"Because, Aria..."

A deafening roar shook the palace.

"...you were never supposed to survive."

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