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Ella-MermaidHeart
Prologue--How she longed for these days to once more be instead of the dreadful ones in which she knew now. It seems like lifetimes ago these memories she had, and her heart so longed for them now. If only she had a wormhole to climb through or a golden chariot to lead her to the heavens gate. She would be with her mother and father again and her mother could garden as her and her Papa would make their grand escape! Ella twirled the tiny seashell necklace between her fingers as the world began to awaken to life. The morning star was flickering between wispy clouds in a painted azure blended sky.
The cottage was still quiet as her stepmother and stepsisters slept rather late and all you could hear were her nice friends scattering around collecting crumbles of food that lay. She rolled upon her hips and gazed at the window, two shimmering eyes holding the tapestry of time and her long woven corn silk hair curling around her thighs. She couldn't help but to giggle when it bunched beneath her, and she had to give it a little tug, so she could turn. It reminded her of the times her Mama would tell her to cut her wild locks as they were growing too long to be handled by the girl and, just like her plants, she gardened and tended to each day, even if they required a trimming or two. But Ella loved her long hair too much, and each inch was like a chapter, a story her father would tell. Either of her being a swept away mermaid of the days of his father and his adventures as they sailed
Long before, Ella's father was a merchant when he was a much younger lad than the years he bore now. He used to work with his father on the small ships, sailing from one colony to another for goods, as well as fishing between their rounds. Ella remembers the warm summer days when she was barely a knee-high. Her mother would be tending to the gardens, as her father and her would take long walks to the oceans nearby. The kiss of the sea air always invigorated her, and her father would tell her it was because she had a mermaid soul. He would even make jokes about how when she was born, she had a fin instead of two human soles. When she was young and very naive, she almost believed this to be true.
He even gave her a seashell necklace, telling her it was from a land under the sea she once belonged to. She remembers how she wore it for years and years and danced along the shore, trying to remember the lands under the sea beyond the shores. She imagined it to be glittered in pearl and silver. Each structure made from the cluster of seashells that broke far beneath and bridges, tunnels that tiny fish and crabs would swim through if their lives were ever at stake. She told her father she was a princess and he and Mama were the king and queen, and in her days she would collect random treasures lost from above that drifted down in the blanketed sands.
She couldn't help but to giggle when it bunched beneath her, and she had to give it a little tug, so she could turn. It reminded her of the times her Mama would tell her to cut her wild locks as they were growing too long to be handled by the girl and, just like her plants, she gardened and tended to each day, even if they required a trimming or two. But Ella loved her long hair too much, and each inch was like a chapter, a story her father would tell. Either of her being a swept away mermaid of the days of his father and his adventures as they sailed
He was just coming in age and was excited to man his own ship when the bigger colonies would take over the delivery of goods between the villages around and all the smaller sailors had to either move or find other means to provide for their families and keep their lands bound. Even though it was many years later he would become a father and hold young Ella in his hands, she remembers his skin never stopped smelling of the ocean, and she could swear his skin was as creamy and rough as the sands.
Suddenly, she was awakened from her daydreams when she heard the slamming of doors and two girls screaming and tousling about. Her stepsisters had arisen it seemed, and she felt her heart sink, knowing it was just a matter of time until she heard her name being frantically called to come down. Her heart felt suddenly heavy as an anchor teetering and keeping a tiny boat ashore, and she just needed to escape, break free if just for a day or so. She could feel the riverbanks of her eyes fill and threaten to spill into tears as she gazed at the tiny seashell again and squeezed it tightly in her small silken hands.
Before they could call her name, Ella was already descending halfway down the rose vine outside the window ledge as her tiny feet dusted along the dirt, and she sprinted past tree's and her forest to the ocean's edge. She remembered the tiny boat her father kept anchored to the shore when he would take her fishing as a child. Never to eat them, but to catch and release, for it was merely a game of the wild. Ella would imitate the tiny fishy kisses the little ones would make to her, and gently kiss them before tossing them back in and waving goodbye with her fingery fins.
The sky was a kaleidoscope of colours, in blues, pinks and pearly whites pouring into the ocean of turquoise under a vast morning sky. Her heart was fluttering, beating so quick as she nearly stumbled into the tiny wooden boat, pulling tugging upon the anchor below and began to row and row. She felt she couldn't get far enough away, as the butter sands soon bleed into her distance eyes sight and the basking, churning of the surrounding sea soon sung to her little heart's fire. A smile graced her pink petal lips, and her golden locks captured the rays of the sun. She once more could feel the spirit of her father and was the mermaid he told her she was.
Ella laid flat inside the little boat as if it was her own tiny nest and let the rocking of the waves and vast spreading sun bake along her curvy, ample frame. Her breasts, hips wide and full and clipped into her dainty waist as she loosened, wiggled out of her dress and only remained in her bodice and panties lined in lace. Her pale skin incandescent, soon sparkled with the sun-drenched kissing of the sun as she hummed, purred listening to the seagulls swoosh in the sea for their breakfast.
As the sea churned and tossed, the tiny wooden boat into the drifting tide, Ella could taste the sea air upon her lips as she swept her fingers gingerly over her thighs, feeling the misty kiss. Once more, she felt like the mermaid her father always told her she was. With long golden hair far too long, tousling in the sea scented froth. She felt so dreamy, taken away, she hardly heard the splash, but the gurgling of a man in the distance awakened her from her dreams at last. She curled her tiny fingers along the edges of the boat as she was barely clothed and now full of fright. When she saw a man, with raven slick strands, sinking under the drifting tide.
Panic emerged upon her, and she could tell he was in danger as he splayed his fingers frantically all around, and she could barely think, let alone breath and jumped into the water without hardly a sound. Her pulse quickened, and she emerged up top and looked all around, where he was moments before. But she couldn't find him, see him, and knew he must have sunk below. With a quick gulp of air, she perched her lips and descended under the surface of the sea and could see a broad stoic silhouette folding into the darker blanketing abyss and knew he was in trouble at once.
Ella swam as quick as she could and laced her tiny fingers, arms around him so tight and pressed against the under toe, force of the sea until they were once more in the morning's light. As soon as they surfaced, his eyes drowsy sparked to life. Two oceanic orbs containing the very soul of the ocean glimmering into the depth of her watery sighs. He gurgled, choked and spite out the water that was filling his lungs, and with a raspy voice, whispered, "It's you?" as his long fingers feathered through her wavy locks. Ella didn't understand what came over her, perhaps she was drunken on the very salted air, but she found herself leaning into his plump sandy lips and kissing him almost breathlessly and whispering, "yes...."
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