Above the water, Latty’s mother’s cries grew louder as more villagers joined the search. Some walked toward the river, some toward the bridge. The sun slowly climbed higher, shining over secrets and lies.
Deep under the river, the mermaid suddenly stopped swimming.
She was still holding Latty’s hand, but her body became stiff. She listened.
The water around them felt too quiet. No movement. No singing. No other mermaids passing by.
Her eyes moved quickly in all directions as she hid behind a tall stone covered with green plants.
She waited.
Seconds passed. Then more seconds.
Everything became clear.
The mermaid’s face changed. She grabbed Latty’s hand tightly and pulled her forward. Latty almost cried out but stopped herself. Her heart began to race. She could feel fear again, stronger than before.
“What is happening?” Latty asked, her voice shaking. “Where are we going? Who are you? Please?”
The mermaid did not answer. She swam fast, faster than before, dragging Latty through the water.
Latty’s free hand stretched forward, touching nothing but cold water. Her mind was full of questions. She was blind, underwater, breathing as if it were normal, and following a stranger whose world she did not understand.
Strange shapes brushed past her skin. She heard soft sounds like distant bells.
Suddenly, the mermaid slowed down.
Latty felt something solid beneath her feet.
The mermaid pulled her again, and they passed through a hidden opening. The water felt warmer. The sounds changed.
They had entered the mermaid kingdom.
The mermaid did not stop until they reached her home. It was shaped like a small hut made of shining stones and shells. She pushed the door open quickly and pulled Latty inside. Then she slammed the door shut. The sound echoed softly through the water.
The mermaid raised one finger to her lips, her eyes wide, telling Latty to be quiet. But then she remembered — Latty could not see.
She moved closer and leaned toward her ear.
“Please keep your voice down,” she whispered.
Latty froze. Her hands moved forward slowly, touching the air as if searching for something familiar. Her whole body was shaking now.
“Please… who are you?” she asked in a small voice. “My father pushed me into the river. I fell. I was drowning.” She swallowed hard. “But now I am breathing. I am talking. I am still in the river.” Her voice cracked. “Am I still alive?”
Tears rolled down her face and floated away like tiny pearls.
The mermaid swam closer and placed a gentle hand on Latty’s shoulder. Her touch was warm and calm.
“You are very much alive,” she whispered softly. “With me, you can breathe and talk under the water. You are safe here. I will help you.”
Latty held tightly to the mermaid’s arm, like a child holding on to hope. She did not know where she was, but for the first time since the bridge, she felt protected.
Back in the village, the sun rose slowly the next morning. People whispered. The air felt heavy.
Eba hurried to Latty’s house as soon as he heard the news. His heart was beating fast. When he arrived, he saw Latty’s mother sitting on the ground, her wrapper loose, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Women sat around her trying to comfort her, but nothing helped.
“So it is true?” Eba asked quietly. His voice shook.
Latty’s mother looked up at him slowly and nodded. Tears rolled down her cheeks again.
“Please,” she begged, holding his leg. “Help me look for my daughter. I don’t know what happened to her.”
Eba felt pain pierce his chest. He looked around the compound, hoping, wishing to see Latty sitting somewhere, listening quietly.
But she was not there.
Meanwhile, inside his room, Latty’s father stood by the window, watching everything with a grin on his face.
“Good-for-nothing girl,” he whispered to himself.
He turned and walked outside calmly. He went straight to Eba and placed an arm around his shoulder, acting friendly.
“Come,” he said, pulling Eba away from the crying woman.
He led him behind the house.
“You see?” he said quietly. “We may not see Latty again.”
Eba pulled back in shock.
“What?”
But the man continued smiling.
“You can still marry my other daughter.”
Eba stared at him in disbelief.
“I don’t understand,” he said slowly. “Your daughter is missing, and you are telling me this?”
His voice was full of anger and pain. He shook his head and walked away without another word.
Latty’s father stood there alone, confused.
“What did I say wrong?” he asked himself.
Inside one of the huts, Toro sat with her mother. They were eating and laughing as if nothing had happened.
“Are you sure Papa is not responsible for Latty’s disappearance?” Toro asked, laughing softly.
Her mother waved her hand carelessly.
“Who cares?” she replied, laughing back. “She was always a problem.”
They continued laughing, mocking the situation as if it were a joke.
Outside, Latty’s mother could not cry anymore. Her tears had dried, but the pain was still burning inside her. She stood up slowly, ignoring the people trying to stop her. She tied her wrapper and began walking around the village again, screaming her daughter’s name.
“Latty, my child, Latty!”
Her voice was weak now, but she did not stop.
People who saw her shook their heads sadly. Some whispered prayers. Some looked away.
In Toro’s hut, laughter continued. They mocked the crying woman, copying her voice and laughing harder.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, shining on cruelty, lies, and pain.
Back in the mermaid’s home, Latty sat quietly, still holding on to the mermaid’s arm. The place smelled different, like clean water and strange flowers. Latty could hear faint sounds outside, like soft singing far away. Her mind was full of confusion.
“So this place,” she asked slowly, “is not the world I know?”
The mermaid sat beside her.
“No,” she replied gently. “This is our kingdom.”
Latty swallowed hard.
“Why did you save me?” she asked. “You don’t even know me.”
The mermaid was silent for a moment. Then she said quietly:
“I saw what your father did, and I could not allow it.”
Latty’s body shook.
“My father hates me,” she whispered. “He always has.”
She lowered her head.
“He said I bring bad luck.”
The mermaid felt anger rise inside her, but she kept her voice calm.
“Some humans fear what they do not understand,” she said. “But that does not mean you deserve harm.”
Latty sighed deeply.
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