![]() ![]() Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it-Abbadon, the monster. She swam upstairs and found a room that offered her a soft, anemone-filled bed. The downstairs rooms showed signs of violence-an overturned table, smashed plates, toys scattered across the floor. She entered it cautiously, startling some mackerel. A small house, its door off the hinges, was directly in front of her. She was weary and night was coming with its many dangers. Satisfied no looters were near, the mermaid sheathed her sword. Where the mer had been taken, no one knew. ![]() ![]() The few who’d managed to escape told of soldiers in black who’d come for them with weapons and cages. The mermaid was traveling back to Ondalina, her arctic home, and had seen many such villages on her way. Predators of another kind prowled them, too-looters who ransacked the houses of the disappeared for anything of value. Blacktip sharks were known to hunt along the lonely currents that swept through abandoned villages. She held it in front of her, both hands gripping the hilt, as she moved through the deserted village. THE MERMAID’S SWORD glinted in the watery twilight of Tanner’s Deeps. I am going to take you on journeys you’ve never dreamed were possible. ![]()
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