Post by sweets9232 on Dec 28, 2008 1:41:06 GMT -5
The sun sparkled down upon the water making it glisten like a giant mirror; the smell of salt filled the air along with the sound of crashing waves and crying gulls. The ocean was smooth as glass; the only disturbance coming from a rock that jutted out of the ocean like a crooked tooth. If one looked close enough they would see the shape of a young woman with jet black hair stretch out on the rock, perhaps sunbathing. And if one looked even closer they would see a very strange sight, the girl seemed to be talking to a crab.
“ Tis hard to believe that only five years ago you were only a little shrimp of thing,” said the crab named Sebastian.
“ I can’t believe that only five years ago I learned that my mother was a mermaid, my grandfather was King Triton, and I helped an evil sea witch almost take control of the ocean,” replied Melody daughter of King Eric and Queen Ariel of Denmark
“Let’s just hope that this birthday is as uneventful as possible,” replied the crab with a sigh.
“Not me, I think it is time for another adventure,” and with that she jumped off the rock, head first into the water.
As the water closed around her, Melody could feel the magic that allowed her to transform into her second form, a mermaid. On her thirteenth birthday Melody discovered that she had the power to transform into a mermaid when she came into contact with water. Over the years, she has learned to control it so that she could touch water without sprouting a tail. Her tail was the color of red coral and her shells gold, the locket given to her by her grandfather hung around her neck. With a kick of her powerful tail, Melody swam back toward shore. Just like every other birthday, a boring party full of snobby people had been planned and she , as the person of honor, had to attend.
As she grew older, Melody had partially grown out of being a social outcast, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed parties anymore than before. With the shore growing closer, she transformed her tail back to legs and walked up the shore to the castle. The palace was a madhouse. Servants were rushing back and forth carrying items, the band was trying to set up their instruments, flowers and decorations were being hung, tables and chairs where being set and food prepared. Melody weaved the best she could through the chaos to get the staircase that led to her bedroom. Waiting in her room was her loving and beautiful mother.
“Had a nice swim?”
“It was wonderful,” replied Melody with a smile as she hugged her mother. Ever since she had learned the truth about her mother’s past, Ariel and her daughter had grown extremely close.
“Let’s get you ready,”
“I don’t think I will ever be ready,” said Melody with a sigh.
The dress for the party had been specially made out of the finest blue material that changed from blue to blue green when she moved. The neck was scooped almost off the shoulder, sleeves were sheer and sowed with small pearls, bodis was also sowed with small peals and silver embroidery, the skit split to show a petticoat sown with more pearls and embroidery of shells and sea shapes. The dress suited her perfectly.
“This dress looks as if it was made for you,” said Ariel smiling.
“That’s because it was,” Melody replied.
“Well, it looks beautiful anyways; you look beautiful,” Ariel
motioned her toward the mirror, where she sat down.
“Now what shall I do to your hair,” asked Arial.
“Please none of that over the top updo that is so popular in England,” begged Melody.
“You might have to get used to those hairstyles very soon,”
“ What do you mean?” asked Melody confused.
“ Your father has been meeting with the Ambassador from England, and he might need to visit there very soon,” said Ariel becoming serious.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right before your big party,” said Ariel regaining her gayety, “all will be explained in time.”
“Now you’re starting to sound like Sebastian,”
“I will take that as a complement. Now, about your hair…” Ariel began to comb her daughter’s long thick hair so much like her own. She weaved it into a complicated bun near the top of her head carefully placing in peals. The final touch was a simple silver tiara.
Melody glanced at herself in the mirror, “ I look silly.”
The door opened and in popped Melody’s father King Eric, “Melody!” he exclaimed, “you look beautiful. I shall have to increase the guard to protect you from all those young men down stairs.”
“ Now you are just being silly,” said Melody with a sad smile. Unfortunately the combination of royalty and social aquwardness puts a damper on your love life.
“I’m serious; Ariel tell her I am serious,” insisted Eric.
“Melody your Father is serious,” said Ariel, “now to the party.”
Eric and Ariel descended first down the long staircase with a clamor of music and cheers, when they reached the last step the music changed to a slow medical tune, this was Melody’s que. She took a breath, a very deep breath and started to make her way down the staircase. Every year she would have flashbacks of that horrible 12th birthday ,but she forced the bad memories away with good ones, like her being a mermaid and learning the truth about her mother and meeting her grandfather. These gave her the confidence she needed to get through this long night. One step at a time. Finally she reached the bottom were she greeted her guest with a curtsy and a smile. The next few moments were the worst of the entire night. By some stupid social rule, the party could not begin until the guest of honor ,her, had been led in a dance.
“What unlucky guy will it be tonight?” thought Melody, “Probably some poor guy who didn’t hear about the Crab Fiasco five years ago.”
Finally after a century a young red headed man stepped up and offered her his arm. He looked as if he was about to faint. She gave him her most charming smile which only seemed to make him more nervous, if that was possible. The dance was nice, nothing to fast or slow and neither party stepped on the others foot. The dance soon ended and they bowed/curtsied; the young man ,whose name was Patrick, looked as if he was slightly disappointed.
“What’s wrong, “ Melody whispered.
“Nothing,” replied the red head, “it was a bit…normal.”
“Normal..”
“I mean.. I just…. Heard all these stories and…”
“Oh, I see. You were hoping that your friends would get a laugh at the Princess. Is that it?” challenged Melody getting hot.
Pat turned pale, “ I have to go,” and he rushed across the room as fast as he could without running.
Melody just sighed and went to her table where her three best and only human friends Jock, Anastasia, and George were sitting. The four of them had become very close friends after the “Morgona Incident”. Jock ,the 18 year old son of a Duke, was tall and slightly muscular with tasseled light brown hair, grey eyes, and a smile that oozed charm. He was constantly using this charm to get him and his side-kick George out of trouble, and it worked. His charm and good looks also made him very popular with the ladies. Anastasia or Lady Anastasia or Ann, the fashionable blonde, had been trying to makeover Melody for years but has finally given up. She was the same age as Melody, her only girl friend and a breath of fresh air after spending too much time with Jock and George. George was Jocks first cousin and two years younger. He was of medium height, slightly chubby, though he had thinned out over the past 5 years, and was one of the nicest men Melody had ever met. She had always believed that if it wasn’t for George, Jock would be unbearable. They all greeted her with smiles and claps as she reached the table.
“Bravo” cheered George.
“ What no crabs this year?” asked Jock with a smile.
Anastasia reacted for Melody smacking Jock with her fan, “You know that story brings back bad memories, but you still bring it up every year.”
“Ouch, well I must say Mel that your 12th birthday was the most interesting I had ever been to. All others dull in comparison,” said Jock with his charming smile.
“For you maybe but not for me,” replied Melody as she sat down.
“ Your hair looks beautiful, by the was darling. Very European,” said Anastasia examining Melody’s outfit.
“Thank you,” replied Melody, “My mother did it.”
“ l can’t believe that you still don’t have ladies in waiting. Your royalty for god’s sake, not just any royalty but the crowned Princess, your mother should not be doing your hair,”
“I already told you, that is now how she was raised,”
“Yes I know,” said Anastasia defeated.
“Well, I think you look beautiful,” said George smiling.
Melody just blushed and smiled; she wasn’t used to so much attention.
“Well I for one am starving. What’s for dinner Mel?” asked Jock.
“Louie wouldn’t tell me. He wanted it to be a surprise.”
The three of them gave each other worrying looks.
“What?” asked Melody.
“You don’t think….” Started Anastasia.
“He would…” studdered George.
“Serve F. I. S. H.” whispered Jock.
“No!” objected Melody, “He hasn’t served fish ,much to his distain, since my mother married father,”
“I guess we are about to find out,” said George as he spotted waiters coming out of the kitchen with trays. They all held their breath as the lids were removed to reveal….. lamb.
“I told you guys he wouldn’t serve fish,” said a relieved Melody.
“You looked a little nervous yourself,” said Jock.
“Well it looks delicious,” said George picking up a fork.
“I agree,” Anastasia followed suit.
After dinner and desert (which was a huge cake) came the worst part for Melody, dancing. Jock and George ,being men, had no problem finding partners since they only had to ask, and Anastasia was beautiful and always had men wanting to dance. Melody, well… 1. was the princess and future ruler of the Kingdom, which boys found a little intimidating, and 2. she had a bit of a reputation for being weird. She was forced to sit on her mini-thrown until some boy’s mother forced him to ask her to dance. This process took at least 4 dances worth of nagging. So Melody was surprised when a young gentlemen dressed in very authentic English garb came and introduced himself.
“Greeting your highness,” he said with a bow, “I am Philip Earl of Larksburg, English Ambassador to your beautiful Denmark,”
“ I only learned this evening that England had sent an Ambassador,” said Melody slightly overwhelmed.
“I only arrived this morning, and I must say I was thrilled to hear that I had arrived in time to celebrate your birthday, Majesty,”
“Please call me Melody,”
“Well ,Melody, may I have this dance?” he asked with another bow.
“Yes” she took his hand and he led her to the dance floor.
Over the years, Melody had realized that with the discovery of her heritage she had become more graceful and sure of herself. She thought that is was because the two side of her were no longer fighting. They had become one; she was both mermaid and human, and she had been practicing like crazy.
“You dance very well,” said Philip, “almost like you’re floating,”
“Thank you,” said Melody with a smile and a blush.
The song ended, and everyone clapped. Melody was surprised when she turned around and saw a young man behind her.
“May I have this dance,” he asked.
“I shall leave you to your admirers,” said Philip bowing his head and leaving the dance floor.
For each dance Melody had a partner, and it was one of the happiest times of her life. She didn’t feel like and outcast. Finally it was the last dance and she was surprised to see ,yet again, Philip.
“Would you honor me with the last dance?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said with a smile.
The dance began, a slow waltz.
“I must thank you Philip,” said a grateful Meldoy.
“For what?”
“If it had not been for you asking me to dance I would have sat there half the night until some boy’s mother scared him into asking me,” said Melody looking at her feet.
Philip lifted her head gently with his hand and looked her in the eyes, “Then they are fools, every last one of them,”
Melody smiled.
“ Tis hard to believe that only five years ago you were only a little shrimp of thing,” said the crab named Sebastian.
“ I can’t believe that only five years ago I learned that my mother was a mermaid, my grandfather was King Triton, and I helped an evil sea witch almost take control of the ocean,” replied Melody daughter of King Eric and Queen Ariel of Denmark
“Let’s just hope that this birthday is as uneventful as possible,” replied the crab with a sigh.
“Not me, I think it is time for another adventure,” and with that she jumped off the rock, head first into the water.
As the water closed around her, Melody could feel the magic that allowed her to transform into her second form, a mermaid. On her thirteenth birthday Melody discovered that she had the power to transform into a mermaid when she came into contact with water. Over the years, she has learned to control it so that she could touch water without sprouting a tail. Her tail was the color of red coral and her shells gold, the locket given to her by her grandfather hung around her neck. With a kick of her powerful tail, Melody swam back toward shore. Just like every other birthday, a boring party full of snobby people had been planned and she , as the person of honor, had to attend.
As she grew older, Melody had partially grown out of being a social outcast, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed parties anymore than before. With the shore growing closer, she transformed her tail back to legs and walked up the shore to the castle. The palace was a madhouse. Servants were rushing back and forth carrying items, the band was trying to set up their instruments, flowers and decorations were being hung, tables and chairs where being set and food prepared. Melody weaved the best she could through the chaos to get the staircase that led to her bedroom. Waiting in her room was her loving and beautiful mother.
“Had a nice swim?”
“It was wonderful,” replied Melody with a smile as she hugged her mother. Ever since she had learned the truth about her mother’s past, Ariel and her daughter had grown extremely close.
“Let’s get you ready,”
“I don’t think I will ever be ready,” said Melody with a sigh.
The dress for the party had been specially made out of the finest blue material that changed from blue to blue green when she moved. The neck was scooped almost off the shoulder, sleeves were sheer and sowed with small pearls, bodis was also sowed with small peals and silver embroidery, the skit split to show a petticoat sown with more pearls and embroidery of shells and sea shapes. The dress suited her perfectly.
“This dress looks as if it was made for you,” said Ariel smiling.
“That’s because it was,” Melody replied.
“Well, it looks beautiful anyways; you look beautiful,” Ariel
motioned her toward the mirror, where she sat down.
“Now what shall I do to your hair,” asked Arial.
“Please none of that over the top updo that is so popular in England,” begged Melody.
“You might have to get used to those hairstyles very soon,”
“ What do you mean?” asked Melody confused.
“ Your father has been meeting with the Ambassador from England, and he might need to visit there very soon,” said Ariel becoming serious.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right before your big party,” said Ariel regaining her gayety, “all will be explained in time.”
“Now you’re starting to sound like Sebastian,”
“I will take that as a complement. Now, about your hair…” Ariel began to comb her daughter’s long thick hair so much like her own. She weaved it into a complicated bun near the top of her head carefully placing in peals. The final touch was a simple silver tiara.
Melody glanced at herself in the mirror, “ I look silly.”
The door opened and in popped Melody’s father King Eric, “Melody!” he exclaimed, “you look beautiful. I shall have to increase the guard to protect you from all those young men down stairs.”
“ Now you are just being silly,” said Melody with a sad smile. Unfortunately the combination of royalty and social aquwardness puts a damper on your love life.
“I’m serious; Ariel tell her I am serious,” insisted Eric.
“Melody your Father is serious,” said Ariel, “now to the party.”
Eric and Ariel descended first down the long staircase with a clamor of music and cheers, when they reached the last step the music changed to a slow medical tune, this was Melody’s que. She took a breath, a very deep breath and started to make her way down the staircase. Every year she would have flashbacks of that horrible 12th birthday ,but she forced the bad memories away with good ones, like her being a mermaid and learning the truth about her mother and meeting her grandfather. These gave her the confidence she needed to get through this long night. One step at a time. Finally she reached the bottom were she greeted her guest with a curtsy and a smile. The next few moments were the worst of the entire night. By some stupid social rule, the party could not begin until the guest of honor ,her, had been led in a dance.
“What unlucky guy will it be tonight?” thought Melody, “Probably some poor guy who didn’t hear about the Crab Fiasco five years ago.”
Finally after a century a young red headed man stepped up and offered her his arm. He looked as if he was about to faint. She gave him her most charming smile which only seemed to make him more nervous, if that was possible. The dance was nice, nothing to fast or slow and neither party stepped on the others foot. The dance soon ended and they bowed/curtsied; the young man ,whose name was Patrick, looked as if he was slightly disappointed.
“What’s wrong, “ Melody whispered.
“Nothing,” replied the red head, “it was a bit…normal.”
“Normal..”
“I mean.. I just…. Heard all these stories and…”
“Oh, I see. You were hoping that your friends would get a laugh at the Princess. Is that it?” challenged Melody getting hot.
Pat turned pale, “ I have to go,” and he rushed across the room as fast as he could without running.
Melody just sighed and went to her table where her three best and only human friends Jock, Anastasia, and George were sitting. The four of them had become very close friends after the “Morgona Incident”. Jock ,the 18 year old son of a Duke, was tall and slightly muscular with tasseled light brown hair, grey eyes, and a smile that oozed charm. He was constantly using this charm to get him and his side-kick George out of trouble, and it worked. His charm and good looks also made him very popular with the ladies. Anastasia or Lady Anastasia or Ann, the fashionable blonde, had been trying to makeover Melody for years but has finally given up. She was the same age as Melody, her only girl friend and a breath of fresh air after spending too much time with Jock and George. George was Jocks first cousin and two years younger. He was of medium height, slightly chubby, though he had thinned out over the past 5 years, and was one of the nicest men Melody had ever met. She had always believed that if it wasn’t for George, Jock would be unbearable. They all greeted her with smiles and claps as she reached the table.
“Bravo” cheered George.
“ What no crabs this year?” asked Jock with a smile.
Anastasia reacted for Melody smacking Jock with her fan, “You know that story brings back bad memories, but you still bring it up every year.”
“Ouch, well I must say Mel that your 12th birthday was the most interesting I had ever been to. All others dull in comparison,” said Jock with his charming smile.
“For you maybe but not for me,” replied Melody as she sat down.
“ Your hair looks beautiful, by the was darling. Very European,” said Anastasia examining Melody’s outfit.
“Thank you,” replied Melody, “My mother did it.”
“ l can’t believe that you still don’t have ladies in waiting. Your royalty for god’s sake, not just any royalty but the crowned Princess, your mother should not be doing your hair,”
“I already told you, that is now how she was raised,”
“Yes I know,” said Anastasia defeated.
“Well, I think you look beautiful,” said George smiling.
Melody just blushed and smiled; she wasn’t used to so much attention.
“Well I for one am starving. What’s for dinner Mel?” asked Jock.
“Louie wouldn’t tell me. He wanted it to be a surprise.”
The three of them gave each other worrying looks.
“What?” asked Melody.
“You don’t think….” Started Anastasia.
“He would…” studdered George.
“Serve F. I. S. H.” whispered Jock.
“No!” objected Melody, “He hasn’t served fish ,much to his distain, since my mother married father,”
“I guess we are about to find out,” said George as he spotted waiters coming out of the kitchen with trays. They all held their breath as the lids were removed to reveal….. lamb.
“I told you guys he wouldn’t serve fish,” said a relieved Melody.
“You looked a little nervous yourself,” said Jock.
“Well it looks delicious,” said George picking up a fork.
“I agree,” Anastasia followed suit.
After dinner and desert (which was a huge cake) came the worst part for Melody, dancing. Jock and George ,being men, had no problem finding partners since they only had to ask, and Anastasia was beautiful and always had men wanting to dance. Melody, well… 1. was the princess and future ruler of the Kingdom, which boys found a little intimidating, and 2. she had a bit of a reputation for being weird. She was forced to sit on her mini-thrown until some boy’s mother forced him to ask her to dance. This process took at least 4 dances worth of nagging. So Melody was surprised when a young gentlemen dressed in very authentic English garb came and introduced himself.
“Greeting your highness,” he said with a bow, “I am Philip Earl of Larksburg, English Ambassador to your beautiful Denmark,”
“ I only learned this evening that England had sent an Ambassador,” said Melody slightly overwhelmed.
“I only arrived this morning, and I must say I was thrilled to hear that I had arrived in time to celebrate your birthday, Majesty,”
“Please call me Melody,”
“Well ,Melody, may I have this dance?” he asked with another bow.
“Yes” she took his hand and he led her to the dance floor.
Over the years, Melody had realized that with the discovery of her heritage she had become more graceful and sure of herself. She thought that is was because the two side of her were no longer fighting. They had become one; she was both mermaid and human, and she had been practicing like crazy.
“You dance very well,” said Philip, “almost like you’re floating,”
“Thank you,” said Melody with a smile and a blush.
The song ended, and everyone clapped. Melody was surprised when she turned around and saw a young man behind her.
“May I have this dance,” he asked.
“I shall leave you to your admirers,” said Philip bowing his head and leaving the dance floor.
For each dance Melody had a partner, and it was one of the happiest times of her life. She didn’t feel like and outcast. Finally it was the last dance and she was surprised to see ,yet again, Philip.
“Would you honor me with the last dance?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said with a smile.
The dance began, a slow waltz.
“I must thank you Philip,” said a grateful Meldoy.
“For what?”
“If it had not been for you asking me to dance I would have sat there half the night until some boy’s mother scared him into asking me,” said Melody looking at her feet.
Philip lifted her head gently with his hand and looked her in the eyes, “Then they are fools, every last one of them,”
Melody smiled.