I hadn't spoken to Solo for a whole day. I hadn't even seen him
It was evening now, and I wanted to see Zeth again, with a
burning sort of feverish desperation. Perhaps he could give me
I went to the bay, my insides trembling with these feelings of
being so deceptive towards Solo, but I had little else I could
do. He was too angry with me, I was sure.
Zeth was not there as I arrived, so I sat in silence, watching
the waves break onto each other in the pale moonlight beams.
I waited, and waited, and was about to give up, when he rose up
from the water, his hair shining in the silver blue light.
"Airla." he said.
I stood up and went to him, smiling, but I received no answering
Instead, he lunged, and grabbed both my upper arms, with such
force that I stumbled and fell awkwardly into him, too shocked to
scream or thrash.
He leant down towards my ear, his tone vicious, "I know what you
are," he whispered, and I seemed to hear the crashing of an ocean
storm mingled in his tone.
I stiffened, panic setting in through my body. "What?"
"You're a spirit. Aren't you? Don't deny it." I didn't know this
Zeth, this was not him- not his voice, not his personality.
"Surprised, are you?" he continued, looking at my widened eyes
with some sort of sadistic mocking.
I gulped, and it hurt my throat.
"Merpeople are not friends of Atlanteans. I was using you for
information, blakas, I was not your sympathiser." his words stung
like ocean salt on a wound. Blakas meant idiot. He carried on,
his grip tightening in an iron grasp. "I struck gold. I found the
missing piece for our final plan."
I stared at him in disbelief, unable to breathe properly. What
had I done? "What final plan?" I asked, hoarsely.
He just raised an eyebrow, oh so mockingly and maliciously, and
with graceful ease- as if I was as light as a feather, pulled me
under the water…
Painful coldness. Stinging salt. No air.
The water was so icy cold that it shook my body with a pulling
darkness. It seemed to be full of misery and hate and treachery
and deception, and a long list of other things too terrible to
My hair streamed like seaweed over my face as the water tried to
pull me up to the surface, but Zeth's arm was strong around me
and he pulled me with him. He was swimming strongly down into the
dark depths, so deep black that I could see nothing of what they
were. He looked over at me, and my eyes must have been full of
fear for his mouth curved into a spiteful smile. He was enjoying
this. Enjoying my suffering? The sadistic wretch. I was so full
of hatred for him that I began kicking at his side, in a vain
attempt to get away.
It was like kicking metal. He made no response, just carried on
as if I was as weak as a goldfish. The water whooshed past my
ears, attacking me with fearsome power.
He looked up again, as my kicks grew weaker. Spirits would die
when submerged in water, I remembered suddenly. The reminder of
my imminent death was almost welcome. I could not live with this
treacherous thing which I had done. I thought of Solo and grew
even weaker. How could I face him, when I had done this- betrayed
I flopped in his arms, my lungs heaving for air, my heart beat
drumming in my head. I was cold, so cold.
Zeth looked over, and from my hazing vision, I saw him grow
alarmed. He pushed a hand roughly over my face, and suddenly I
could breathe. I opened my eyes to see my head was contained
inside a smooth bubble of air. I felt immediately claustrophobic,
but this was the least of my worries.
He carried on pushing me down, and, now fully conscious, thanks
to being able to breathe, I began to notice things around us.
Tall statues carved from rock leered out of the gloom at us as we
passed, sunk deeply in sand, and once or twice I thought I saw
other merpeople pass us, but it was too dark to see them.
I saw rocks in front of us, like a wall, as suddenly Zeth darted
through a gap, the hard, rough edges lightly grazing my knee as
we passed through. The sting bit at me, but I was too worried for
it to properly bother me.
Then we were inside a dark hall. It was filled with water still,
as Zeth flitted across the bottom of the floor like a fish.
I felt like I was being dragged like a heavy bag, and it was not
enjoyable. I wondered why I had not died yet. I suppose my head
was not submerged, so I was alright.
Zeth swam up steps, and this time I was sure I saw more
merpeople. But they were as dark and black as the night- their
skin was still milky, but their hair was the colour of dull ebony
and their eyes were so devoid of colour that it was like looking
straight into a deep hole. I looked at Zeth, and saw to my horror
that he was the same. His hair was longer, and tangled, his
emerald eyes were now as dull as rock, and deeper black then
His beautiful tail was no longer shimmery- it was dull like his
eyes and grey, as grey as an ordinary fish.
I squeezed my eyes shut, in horror at how foolish I had been to
have been enticed by a merperson, and did not watch as we passed
through the rest of this bizarre underwater castle.
Suddenly, the pressure around my head vanished, and I realised I
was out of the water.
I sucked in a breath, my body arching with the effort, and Zeth
threw me unceremoniously onto the hard floor. I was in a dark
room, a gap in the floor filled with water which he had just
emerged from. This was some sort of air pocket.
Exhausted, I slumped in the corner, and I noticed that he watched
me. With one final, malicious look at what I had been reduced to,
he swam away down the gap, leaving me alone, unwanted and
helpless, filled with the knowledge that I had been a traitorous,
betraying idiot. I put my head in my hands and sobbed until I
fell into a dreamless sleep.