It smashed through and around her, leaving her hair and body white with foam. A wave even larger than the one she rode roared up from the depths of the open sea. She sang about what she would do to anyone who threatened those she loved and protected.Īnd then, with her final note, she made a quick thrust as if to throw the trident toward the boats in the bay, pulling it back at the last moment.Ī clap louder than thunder echoed across the ocean. She sang about everyone whose lives had been touched and destroyed by evil like coral being killed and bleached, like dead spots in the ocean from algae blooms, like scale rot. She sang of the unfairness of Eric's fate and her own, of her father's torture as a polyp, even of Scuttle's mortal life, slowly but visibly slipping away. It whipped her hair out of its braids and pulled tresses into tentacles that billowed around her head. Notes rose and fell discordantly, her voice screeching at times like a banshee from the far north. Lightning coursed through the sky and danced between the trident's tines. Storm clouds raced to her from all directions like a lost school of cichlid babies flicking to their father's mouth for protection. It lifted her up higher and higher- or maybe she herself was growing: it was hard to tell. “A wave formed, swelling around Ariel's body.
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