A/N: The last chapter! Thank you so much to everyone for
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When I came to, I was lying in some sort of hammock, and for the
first time in… a long time, I was dry. I looked around slowly.
The hammock was strung up between a couple of palm trees, and
Solo was slumped against the trunk of one of them. It looked
"Solo?" I asked, and my voice rasped,like a villain.
Heglanced up at the scratchysound of my voice, and a smile broke
out on his face. Springingnimblyup, he ran to my side.
"How are you feeling?" he asked. "I thought you were going to
die, but you look much better! Oh, Elfa."
I smiled at the rush of talk and stretched my weary arms and
legs, birdsong fluttering around my ears, as if the notes were
leaning back and floating in the light breeze. "I'm feeling great
thanks. Where are we?"
I got out of the hammock, realising I was dressed in fresh
clothing, and my hair had been washed and braided neatly. Ah, to
My legs wobbled, but Solo was there, and he held me up gently.
"We were all brought here the day before yesterday by the
dolphins. The inhabitants of the land helped us out- they're so
fascinated by our tale of the sinking island. I think they call
this place Elatha."
I turned the word over in my mind, muttering it to myself.It
would translate as… Greece?
I looked cautiously around. We were in a quiet spot, but already
I liked the feel of the place. We were stood on a beach, the
white sand baked hot by the fierce sunlight that was currently
beating down on my head. Lush grass was behind me, a few goats
nibbling at the grass. Iwas overwhelmed with sadnessas I realised
that al of the goats must have gone down with the island. Fuzzy!
"How many of our people died?" I asked, suddenly, not knowing if
I wanted to know.
"Ten men, four women and three teenage girls," Soloanswered, his
I rubbed my forehead. Losing anyone would have been hard, but it
had been a great deal less people than I had expected to lose.
We walked on in silence. "Airla," he began, gripping my arm, but
then words failed him, and he stopped.
"What is it?" I asked, and I found my heart was fluttering in my
"Elfa, were you in love with Zeth?" he choked it out, and I
What a question! I didn't even need to mull it over. "Of course
not!" I replied instantly. "I was flattered by his comments, but
they were all lies. To tell the truth, he was a sadistic man at
heart. I think his suicide was a final act of guilt."
Ihad thought about this as I had been imprisoned, in that dark
damp place. It seemed like a mere nightmare I had hadnow, when I
was stood in the warm rays of the life giving sunshine.
Of course I had never loved Zeth. I had told myself that Ihad,
after all, no one had ever showered me with praise like that. The
feeling of being appreciated was not love- I had just been
muddled and addled in my mind by his words. Ihad been taken in by
his shimmering tail and beautiful eyes, and not seen what was
truly underneath. I glanced at Solo, who looked significantly
happier. His eyes were dark, rimmed with a tawny light grey
colour, brought out by the sunlight. He was beautiful too, but in
an honest way. It seemed to shine from within him. I stopped,
wondering what on earth I was thinking like this for. I glanced
at the ground, ashamed to feel my cheeks flushing red, but
Ilooked back up at him as he finally replied.
"I'm glad of that," he said, with a smile, his eyes heavy with
I raised an eyebrow. "So am I."
We stood in silence, each waiting for something, though neither of us
"Elfa?" he broke the silence. "Would you consider… erm… would
you, would you find it strange if I told you that I have loved
you ever since I was five years old?"
I gulped. The words of that wise old lady, the ones she had
spoken so long ago, when Atlantis had not sunk into the murky
depths of the sea, sprung to my mind. True love should not be
thought out, or tried too hard to gain. It should sparkle in the
air like cobwebs in the early morning dew, and glitter like the
sea dancing in the sin rays. It should not be a game to play,
where one person always wins.
With Solo, everything felt so natural and easy, that I knew loved
him. I just knew it.
"No," I said, and my heart was swelling, fit to burst. "I would
think it was the best news I ever heard."
I have never seen a wider grin than the one which spread across
Solo's face, and after flashing that beautiful grin, he kissed
It was never quite the same living in Greece. I missed knowing
everyone who inhabited the island, and the Greeks had peculiar
ideas about things, which we had to adjust to. As you can
probably guess, Solo and I married, and though I still had
terrible nightmares about when Zeth had dragged me underwater,
and I was still occasionally racked with guilt, he always managed
to calm me down and soothe me.
I felt ridiculously lucky to have a group of people who knew I
had played a huge part in the destruction of their country, and
who may have lost loved ones because of it- yet they loved me
still, and never blamed, or behaved differently towards me. I
almost wanted them to shout at me, and tell me it was all my
fault so I could give into the voice in my head which constantly
pointed the finger of blame at me. But they never did. They
always told me how grateful they were that I saved them, and how
they were in my debt. I could never agree with that, I could not
imagine how I would feel if I was in their place- but Solo
reasurred me it was a true, sincere feeling they all shared. I
felt so unbelievably blessed.
Nobody ever saw a mermaid or merman again, or at least not that I
knew of, but as soon as I had been on the island long enough to
tell my tale to the Greeks, someone wrote it down with strange
signs called letters, which though they looked beautiful were
extremely difficult to learn. But eventually I managed to grasp
how to do it, and so, dear reader, I wrote this down for you to
read. I have already heard many versions of my story, exaggerated
or missing large parts, going round the place, and I wanted a
truthful account to be recorded, so there is no confusion.
I can't think of any more to say.I know I will never forget what
I did, and that I will always regret my foolish, naive trust of a
stranger- but I also know thatI will not ruin my life
throughguilt. I will try andmake up for it, byliving the best I
can,as cheesy as it might sound.
Imust dash off. Solo, bless his curly head, is attempting to cook
the dinner as well as keeping an eye on our small toddler, who
has just learnt to glide (half spirit? Whatever next!) and has a
habit of wobbily gliding straight into things. He looks like he
could do with a hand, though you can't fault his effort!
I thank you from my heartfor reading this account,and should you
remember only one thing from my humble tale, let it be this.Never
trust a mysterious stranger, no matter how shiny and beautiful
The above picture is kind of how I visualise Airla =) By
the sea and all >.<</strong>