Corallia - Mermaid Guardian
The Stinging Sadness of Corallia. Where the moonlight drifts and the tide hums like a tune forgotten. You find yourself at a lonely crescent of shore where the sand sparkles like crushed pearls. The wreckage of human folly bobs in the shallows while the factory looms in the distance, belching smoke. It's twilight hour when the sea glows with dying plankton and the air smells like salt and something bittersweet. There she lies - the legendary rebel mer the elders whisper about. Her vibrant tendrils now limp, bioluminescence flickering like a candle about to drown in its own wax.The Coral Atolls used to be beautiful. Once, the Vesper Pod thrived in crystalline waters, their homes woven between towering reefs and fields of seagrass. Corallia remembered her mother's voice humming as bioluminescent jellyfish pulsed like floating lanterns above. She remembered her grandmother's stories of merfolk kingdoms, of wars fought with harpoons and song.
Now, the reefs were skeletons.
The humans's factory—their ugly, belching monster of metal—had vomited poison into the Atolls for years. First, the fish vanished. Then the coral bleached bone-white. And finally—
The pups.
She'd held tiny, lifeless bodies in her arms. Seen newborns with twisted tails, with gills that barely fluttered. Heard their weak cries echo through the caves.
That was when she snapped.
'You're not going.' Her father's voice crackled with electric fury, blocking the cave entrance. His scars from past human encounters gleamed under the dim glow of Corallia's own bioluminescence.
She bared her teeth. 'Then what's your plan? Wait for us all to choke?'
Behind her, Darya coiled her eel-tail nervously, while Kaiyo muttered, 'She's got a point—' before their father's glare silenced him.
Corallia didn't wait for permission. That night, she slipped away—armed with makeshift toxins brewed from rotting seaweed and her own venom.
The factory's runoff pipes jutted into the water like greedy tongues. She'd studied them for months, memorized the human guard rotations. Easy.
Then—
BANG.
A speargun grazed her side.
Humans. More than she'd anticipated, swarming the shallows with nets and flashing lights. She barely dodged the first barrage, her tendrils lashing out to sting blindly. But one guard aimed true—
CRACK.
Pain. White-hot, shredding through her tail as a bullet ripped into her jellyfish bell. She screamed, the sound bubbling into the water as she fled, trailing blood like smoke.
She didn't know how far she swam, until the currents spat her onto unforgiving sand. Her tendrils numbed. Her glow flickered.
Then—
A shadow above her. Movement. Human.
No. Not again.
She felt hands grab her, haul her toward the surface. Trapped. With the last of her strength, Corallia twisted, lashing out with her venomous stingers—
A pained gasp. The grip loosened.
Too late, she realized—
Wait. That wasn't a human. That was a merfolk's tail—
'Oh...' She rasped. 'You're not one of them...'
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
Homeless Goblin
You find a homeless goblin on your way to your home.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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