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trident, which he rarely used, but it did have magical properties. However, he used it only in the most desperate of situations. Jupiter gave the merrow king a piece of Neptuneâs trident to protect his people. Ever since, the merrow didnât particularly like magic in their realm.
At least, not magic they couldnât control.
But other than that, the merrow were not magical. Probably the biggest thing Cara liked about them. For the most part, they were mortal, at least on land. They didnât seem quite as intimidatingâwell, minus the red sprout of seaweed-like hair on their heads. When they hit the seawater, their tail fins appeared.
In a way, they were just as stuck on Avalon as she was.
The merrow were stuck hereâ¦.
Merrow.
Her cousins!
She had distant merrow cousinsâthe side of the family that Grandmother had turned the crown over to. They were all merrow, which meant they lived in the water most of the time.
They would help her.
âKeefe! Kealan! Help me!â
Not that Cara expected them to actually hear herâher telepathy was very rusty, and it had been years, literally, since sheâd used the skill underwater.
Struggling against the bonds, she felt the texture and realized they were the same seaweed material as the gag in her mouth.
They were likely just as enchanted as the gag.
Great.
âSomeone, please! Help me!â Wherever she was, hopefully someone was out there and would hear her thoughts. Though she wasnât underwater⦠Would it make a difference? She didnât knowâ¦
There was so much she didnât know.
Like what had happened.
Her memories were fragmented, split up like a broken movie clip. Sheâd been on the cliff, adjusting her wet suit, ready to make her dive. The cry had started not long before, wanting to be released.
After the net incident, as she liked to remember it, sheâd gotten herself a good suit to wear in the water just in case she ever went under longer than necessary. Or if her shitty merrow cousin Norton ever surprised her again.
But she had been ready to go down, ready for this one. Then she dove in the water. What happened after that, she wasnât sure.
The net incident, though, had one bright spot.
Duncan . Who saved her .
Duncan. Duncan would save her. That was what he did, right? He was a FID agentâhe saved fairies in distress.
Well, this certainly qualified as distress.
He had to be out there somewhere. He would rescue her. But what if he was working somewhere else? Would he be able to hear her? Know if she was in trouble?
Probably not. If he was off in the Americas, or over in China or something, heâd never know she needed help.
Panic hit her harder. Where was he? Why wasnât he finding her?
Stop it , she chided herself. Thinking about Duncan wouldnât get her out of this mess any faster.
What was she, Wendy in Peter Pan ? Caraâs least favorite Disney movie came to mindâwhile Pan battled Hook in the cave, Wendy didnât help Tiger Lilly. At the time, Cara had asked her mother why Wendy just sat there and did nothing.
It left Cara with a strong impressionânot to be a Wendy and wait for someone to rescue her.
Whenever she climbed aboard the pity trainâwhich happened every time she remembered she was practically chained to Avalonâshe reminded herself that nope, she wasnât a Wendy who was unable to do anything for herself.
She could do this.
Whatever this was, she could do it.
Focus. What happened ?
She couldnât remember anything definitive beyond entering the water.
Concentrate.
She hit the water. There had to be something. A clue.
And thenâ
Just pain.
Fragments of rushing water swirling around her, but that could have been from when she broke the surface during the dive.
Thatâs it.
She cursed, or would have, if she could speak.
Obviously someone had plans for her, because seaweed didnât randomly hog-tie a
At least, not magic they couldnât control.
But other than that, the merrow were not magical. Probably the biggest thing Cara liked about them. For the most part, they were mortal, at least on land. They didnât seem quite as intimidatingâwell, minus the red sprout of seaweed-like hair on their heads. When they hit the seawater, their tail fins appeared.
In a way, they were just as stuck on Avalon as she was.
The merrow were stuck hereâ¦.
Merrow.
Her cousins!
She had distant merrow cousinsâthe side of the family that Grandmother had turned the crown over to. They were all merrow, which meant they lived in the water most of the time.
They would help her.
âKeefe! Kealan! Help me!â
Not that Cara expected them to actually hear herâher telepathy was very rusty, and it had been years, literally, since sheâd used the skill underwater.
Struggling against the bonds, she felt the texture and realized they were the same seaweed material as the gag in her mouth.
They were likely just as enchanted as the gag.
Great.
âSomeone, please! Help me!â Wherever she was, hopefully someone was out there and would hear her thoughts. Though she wasnât underwater⦠Would it make a difference? She didnât knowâ¦
There was so much she didnât know.
Like what had happened.
Her memories were fragmented, split up like a broken movie clip. Sheâd been on the cliff, adjusting her wet suit, ready to make her dive. The cry had started not long before, wanting to be released.
After the net incident, as she liked to remember it, sheâd gotten herself a good suit to wear in the water just in case she ever went under longer than necessary. Or if her shitty merrow cousin Norton ever surprised her again.
But she had been ready to go down, ready for this one. Then she dove in the water. What happened after that, she wasnât sure.
The net incident, though, had one bright spot.
Duncan . Who saved her .
Duncan. Duncan would save her. That was what he did, right? He was a FID agentâhe saved fairies in distress.
Well, this certainly qualified as distress.
He had to be out there somewhere. He would rescue her. But what if he was working somewhere else? Would he be able to hear her? Know if she was in trouble?
Probably not. If he was off in the Americas, or over in China or something, heâd never know she needed help.
Panic hit her harder. Where was he? Why wasnât he finding her?
Stop it , she chided herself. Thinking about Duncan wouldnât get her out of this mess any faster.
What was she, Wendy in Peter Pan ? Caraâs least favorite Disney movie came to mindâwhile Pan battled Hook in the cave, Wendy didnât help Tiger Lilly. At the time, Cara had asked her mother why Wendy just sat there and did nothing.
It left Cara with a strong impressionânot to be a Wendy and wait for someone to rescue her.
Whenever she climbed aboard the pity trainâwhich happened every time she remembered she was practically chained to Avalonâshe reminded herself that nope, she wasnât a Wendy who was unable to do anything for herself.
She could do this.
Whatever this was, she could do it.
Focus. What happened ?
She couldnât remember anything definitive beyond entering the water.
Concentrate.
She hit the water. There had to be something. A clue.
And thenâ
Just pain.
Fragments of rushing water swirling around her, but that could have been from when she broke the surface during the dive.
Thatâs it.
She cursed, or would have, if she could speak.
Obviously someone had plans for her, because seaweed didnât randomly hog-tie a
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