Mermaid's dreams.

Mermaid’s dreams.

In the sparkling, colourful waters of the warmer spots of our endless oceans she could float. The only visible movement was a soft up and down movement of her tail, and every now and than her hands made an elegant movement to counter balance an unexpected movement of the tides.

Of all the colourful fishes, the elegant weeds, the coral with the endless variation of form and community she did see nothing today. Not even the interwoven paterns, the sea did make between the species, that normally could hold her attention endlessly, now could not keep her attention going.

Why this all?
What could have disturbed her normal happy sea-life, where always was a playmate, merman or woman or the other species she communicated with. 

Was it the call for help of the great whale, that nearly suffocated in a mountain of whatever it was?
Was is the echo of the dolphin, who’s flipper was tangled in the line of a fisherman, who carelessly did cut it of, when tired of fishing, without thinking about the consequences?

Or was it the strange mountain of rubble, just above her favourite spot on the Great Ocean, where normally the currants made such wonderful round patterns, she could play her favourite game: just floating and dreaming, listening to the endless songs of the creatures around her.

Today she went there again.
But there was even less space to float as the last time.

And if things went further as they were before, tomorrow there would even be less space, would this mountain even be bigger than before.

She had to think about her great, great, great aunt, who once did pay the ultimate price for the transformation from mermaid to human.
She did know, that her story was written down, whatever that did mean, in the tales of a mister Anderson, but they themselves kept doing it like always: tell from mother to daughter and never forget about it.

And now she was thinking of paying that price herself.
Even when she did know, there was no real return possible to her free, and normally happy life in the Ocean.

But she could not longer listen to the unhappy sound, the cries for help of her fellow sea creatures. 
Sounds, that had their origin in what she wanted to oppose, make the land dwellers aware of: the slowly dying of her friends, of the whole environment of the ocean.
And one had to do so. But the price she had to pay...

Not only the pain with each step she was going to put on the ground, no, also the years of life, who were very long in the sea, than were going to be short lived.

And would anybody believe her, when she did not have her tail anymore?

What would happen to her fellow mermaids when she let herself be kept and learn the normal way to speak? Would it be gone with their peace and quiet, like the big beasts of Loch Ness and the Big lakes?

She still could not decide, what was the best option.  
But also she could not longer close her ears for the cries for help, for the mountain of waste, polluting more and more of their sea, by mankind, who without any consideration was busy to empty this anyway.

All she could wish was: waking up and finding this was a dream, not a reality.
But she had been woken up so many time, she had to admit it was no dream.
So there hád to come a decision.

And perhaps she finally had to admit, it was her, who had to pay the price, while she was the oldest and could tell, how it should be.

She had to leave it to the younger generation, to bring order in the ocean, when her mission had been successfully ended.
So she prayed to the God of land and water, swam up and...