As a child, your mother read you stories of old. The kind of fairytales filled with wonder and magic. Your favorite had always been about the sea and the creatures that called it home. Merfolk were those of legends, only believed to be myths.

You never believed you would get to meet one, but fate works in mysterious ways. Even if that meant drowning. Curious brown eyes watch you cough up water on the beach. A merman peaked above the waters' surface, firey red hair catching the sun's rays.