Mermaid Misadventures in the Abyssal Cow

In the dark depths of the abyssal cow, not far from the city of Urgaroth – a clumsy metropolis, a cowardly known for its tired taverns and lecturers of suspicious adventures than anything resembling culture from distance – a mercury called Delphina, dreaming of its life beyond. Of course, being a mermaid in the abyssal cow came with more algae algae than dreams, but anyone who made heads in dark water can tell you that it was not your average average.

You see, first, Delphina was given a lot of loans to her intelligence. In fact, one of the most dangerous tavern drinkers, old Gregor the Grizzled, expressed it best during a night with heavy consumption of rum and poorly thought out betting: “She is as smart as a pharmacy adjacent to a rock. But my girlfriend! Now, one would think that being fantastically beautiful and unbelievable naive would pave the way for a charming existence among the cheerful inhabitants of the cow. But Delphina, in all of her bright misfortune, had somehow managed to incite trouble wherever she swim.

Instead of spending her days swimming among the rolls of troubled plankton or rumors of the complications of mollusc romance, Delphina entertained the deep idea that it was destined for greatness beyond the abysal cow – because it would not do? The problem was that her great ambition turned to the coast of folly, leading her to a stunning bad idea to be friendly with local people. Yes, those delightful, bad windy creatures that conquered the earth with their constant need for fire and metal.

In one afternoon of luck, she noticed a group of human adventurers sunbathing on the rocks-speaking, embarking on warmth like sunburnt crustaceans waiting to be taken from hungry seagulls. Delphina, with her hair like a wisp and wedge that shakes in stream and scales that shines more than the sea in the sun’s rays, slipped closer. Oh, the depths of her optimism! Surely they would see her brilliant tail as a friendship offer and not prelud for a pretty clumsy meal.

“Oi!” She called her, her voice pouring over the waves like a drunk sailor. “Caring for a swim? I can help you find treasure or lost pearls or even … your dignity?” Because clearly, nothing says “I am friendly” as openly mocking their sense of value.

People clashed toward it, their distorted faces with confusion, and a healthy spray of distrust. “A mermaid?” One of them – which Delphina later learned was named Bert – Squawken. “Next? Another Crab that speaks?”

“Oh, please,” mocked Delphina, rolling her tail lumineshen, “I would never be her strong. I’m very charming for the life of crustaceans.” Her ears clashed a little, almost wishing them to appreciate her ingenuity instead of shouting like Banshees. Someone would think they would respond well to her staggering humor; People usually loved a good joke, or so she would assume as she tapped the tales of sailors.

However, Bert and his friends did not impress. After a few moments of surprised silence filled with difficult displacement and scratches of the heads, a brave (or stupid, someone can argue) the soul called Gerald caught the moment. “I don’t want to do, let’s check if it is delicious! Dokush is to boil the mermaid?”

With that, they went into a laugh, a truly hearty belly shaking that made Delphina almost sink in the end. Oh, people’s folly ran deep. “I’m not done for worry!” She replied, starting to feel a dissatisfaction of dissatisfaction. “How could you even consider making soup from such an extraordinary being?”

Delphina lit up her gills eagerly and made a point of rotation, lighting her tail on a displayed screen. Sadly, it just won them more laughter. “Look at it! Its tail is as decorated as your pants, Gerald!” The laughter galas wrapped it like a pack of hyenas by teasing the latest Wildebeest stuck in an unfortunate pond.

Taking a deep breath, Mermaid decided that Joysters would serve as fun for the day, even if they were not grateful for true art. “Okay. Listen. If you want to see any real spell, approach!”

With a stroke of her tail, she called bright bubbles and called a completely useless possible spectacle that includes a school of bioluminescent fish, all by punishing the dark shades of blue shades unknown to the sphere of land dwellings. They were sold around, creating a wonderful screen.

For a moment, people became loved and loved by Aahedus, throwing their raw humor in favor of wide eyes, the mouths of agape – while a particularly foolish boy who seemed to have smelled a lot of smoke from local counterfeiting, shouted: “This is bad! How do we catch one and eat it in place?”

Delphina lost it. “Eat it? This holiday for the eyes is a show of deep deep beauty! Simplify you!” Mertification was washed on it like overloaded cheeks. If it were called by its anger, a greedy hunger has gripped the worshipers of the earth and their abducted hands were shot toward the glowing fish. With a terrified gas, she watched as they crashed and her heart sank – she had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

What followed was a bunch of chaotic spraying, the gurges that would follow even the most tired fish, and a cacophony that attracted everything swimming in the dark waters. Delphina could have sworn that she saw a shark staying in the spectacle before pulling back to her grave, clearly angry by the antiques of mankind.

“And why do I worry too?” Delphina thought, her dreams to overcome the underwater fog and the achievement of the heights of glory that evaporate as fast as rum pouring into a beach. Was it superfluous to seek intelligence between the masses? She swam away, leaving behind a harbor full of dark rods echoing against the rocks.

In her despair, she found comfort in Grotto Whispering, a silent bay known for his tranquility and creatures of wisdom, or at least something resembling wisdom from the clumsy octopus named Loth. Navigating there, Delphina complained, “Why should they be so unbearable? Is it too much to hope for intelligent conversation, noble pursuit of knowledge, or even … a civil dinner?”

“Mermaids and men – two species cursed permanently,” sighed loto in his most smuggled fashion, octopoid. “You want tips? Stay in plankton. At least they don’t make you feel like an idiot to be a dreamer.”

And so, in the pieces of the heart of Delphina and the salt of her tears, amid the muted adventurers’ laughter, a strict decisive embarrassment began to ignite inadvertently. If mankind embraced folly, then, maybe it would simply show them – it would destroy it wholeheartedly. For Delphina, he realized that if being a wonderful sea creature would constantly mean fighting periods of insufficiency, perhaps it was not so much the tragedy she fantasized.

There in the depths, lost in time and stupidity, her vision sharpened – from the treasures of gold and the glory she had desired, she mourned the mediocre life of all others around her, resigned in an existence of few depths, endless whispers and a vague greed for something that was very afraid of.

And so, not far, in that corner filled with makeup of the world, Delphina grew up on her skin. Not the brilliant heroine of the ripe waters she once imagined, but rather an illegitimate of her disasters and a joyous jester in the scene of despair. It can still be drawn back to the shores, saving, with a shine in the eyes and a firing of contempt for people who thought it gave birth to the weight of their folly – a true mermaid that flourished in this great, funny, absurd browse.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Stab. Publisher: Cyber.