Ziobe was always curious, even being a teenager had not lessened her childhood obsession. Today she was fortunate to be walking in the nearby trees and heard what she thought was an unusual bird call. She followed the calling and it seemed to lead her to a very large mirror, propped up in the middle of nowhere. Ziobe couldn’t resist touching it, even though she knew from the stories of childhood books, it might not be a wise choice. Regardless of her inner warnings, she put her hand to the glass.
Instantly swept through the glass she was transported to a rocky ocean shore. The salty breeze wafted through her hair and she felt not only refreshed, but extremely calm. She had devoured stories of mermaids, “real” and imaginary for years. If she could actually be here, feeling the sand, could it also mean mermaids were possible? She let her doubts free and started looking for signs.
Music drifted to her on the ocean breeze and it seemed to pull her towards the water. The music was light, a mandolin she thought, and a haunting tune. She found herself carried along by her imagination. She saw a figure sitting on smooth weathered boulders. It was a man, no, it had a tail she thought. Her mind was playing tricks, surely there wasn’t a merman sitting there! He turned and the music stopped. Quickly out of the waves a woman emerged, then suddenly turned upside down to reveal another tail, a mermaid! Ziobe was thrilled to see them, but it couldn’t possibly be real, but here she was, standing in the sand, feeling the moisture laden breeze and the prickle of the sand blowing on her legs.
“I see you’re new here” Zerian the merman, offered. “Do you like the music? I’ve only been playing a short while.” He slipped into the water and beckoned Ziobe to join him. The mermaid also popped up again and motioned her into the water. Ziobe wanted to go in, join them in the ocean. “It will be wonderful, a new adventure for you. You’ll be able to swim easily, just as we do.” Ziobe wanted to surrender, wanted to drift away with them, see the underworld of the ocean. She stepped closer to the edge of the water. Her feet were wet, she could feel the pull of the rythmic waves, and the merpeople motioning her to follow.
Would her parents miss her, she wondered, would her teachers even realize she wasn’t there? Her family was so busy with her siblings Ziobe had always stayed in her room, reading. She didn’t enjoy the chaos of her family, she preferred the solitary quietness of books. Ziobe only thought about the rest of the world for a minute and then walked into the waves.