Ψ Scions of the Lost Empire: Tales of the Modern Merfolk Ω

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  1. Swimming in the Northern Atlantic close to winter was brisk to say the least. It was a change of pace from the warmer waters of the Mediterranean that she had been hiding in for the past few weeks. He was getting too close for her to remain any longer and seeing as a passing naval vessel was in convenience, she hitched a ride. It was a new experience, hanging on to dear life to a metal war machine that could move multiples times faster than she could. A bit frightening, but pretty damn fun.
    Given the distance the Vessel had traveled, it saved her considerable time and put her a number of steps ahead of him. For now, she was going to relax some and catch her breath. Lazily, she drifted with the currents listening to the song of an upcoming pod of Right Whales. The gigantic beings were making their way to feed, it was the end of the season for them to be in these waters and once Winter came, they would be elsewhere.
    Night was fast approaching and she needed to be closer to land or find a good hiding place for the time being. The sharks would be out soon, night being the best time for the predators to find meals. If she wasn't smart, she could easy become the next one for the beasties. A quick slap of her tail and she propelled herself faster threw the waters toward what felt like kindred. It was an odd sensation, a sister or brother was in the area but how far she couldn't tell. If she was lucky, she may find them quickly and seek shelter and hospitality.
    In this area, the coastline was dotted with small fishing towns and possibly her kin hiding among the humans. She turned her head up to see the sky painted by the oncoming twilight and distortion of the water. Seeing nothing on the surface above her, she made a quick trip to get a look around. Her head broke the surface slowly and stayed at nose level. Scanning the horizon, she could make out some fishing ships near a harbor to her west. Somewhere, she could find shelter for the night and by the tingling in her skin, a storm was approaching.
     
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