YA Fantasy-SONG OF STEEL Feb 2, 2019 14:31:38 GMT -5
Post by dnuenighoff on Feb 2, 2019 14:31:38 GMT -5
TERRAThere were two types of hunters in the ocean: those who waited for their prey, and those who ambushed it. The seafolk were the latter.
Sound waves bounced through the dark water toward me, mapping out the grass beds just beyond the shore.The thrash of a fish’s tail to my left caught my attention. The hunting song rippled out of my throat, blasting through the water. My prey froze as I sang, lured in by the sound, just as others used light for their lures. Panic crossed its face, and a thread of guilt raced through my human half. Feelings had no place in the sea, not if I wanted to survive. The kill came easily enough, a knife to the gills. The tang of blood filled the water and I shot back to the surface before a scavenger could investigate the fresh kill.
The muggy night air settled on my face as I broke through the silent water. The moonlight guided me back to shore where the pods had found a cave for the night. A slim cut out in the rocks, with a ceiling high above the water level, it was the perfect place for my people to sleep with their heads above water.
A male from another pod was on watch as I made my way over. He stiffened at the splash of my fluke against the surface.
“I’m Terra from the Namiri pod,” I said before he tried to stun me—not that our songs worked on other seafolk. I didn’t need the grandmeres waking up.
“You shouldn’t be alone…” He trailed off as I got closer. The silence lingered—the one that always came when someone saw my hair. Red, tangled locks that burned as bright as a human fire. It was one thing which kept me apart from the rest of the seafolk. Back when our ancestors walked on land—when our voices were valued amongst humans—everyone had hair. But I was the first in many generations to inherit the trait.
Human. That’s what they thought. I was a mistake, someone who wasn’t supposed to exist. He waited for me to say something, to react. To show my weakness, my emotions. For that’s what a human would do. But I wouldn’t let him see them. They lived deep inside, hidden so no one would doubt I belonged in the sea.
“I was hungry.” I brushed away the sting from his stare. While my pod was used to my looks, the others weren’t. This male was young with a round face and a healthy amount of blubber—probably one of the top picks for this generation’s mates. He didn’t have to worry about being paired with me—no one did. It was too human of me to hope I would be granted a mate.
“Well…um…” He backed away from me.
“It’s my turn to take watch.” I threw the bloody fish onto the rock ledge with more force than I intended. Some days I just wanted to scream, to not have to think about every single one of my actions. “You should get some more sleep. Dawn is around the corner.”