Fire: The Mermaid Legacy Book Two. Natasha Hardy

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СКАЧАТЬ thing I couldn’t do was stop my shadow forming on the paper-white sand.

      Who or whatever it was that was floating on the surface would see my outline instantly and the closer I got to the sun-dappled surface the more definitive my shadow would be.

      The sand was irritatingly itchy on my skin, gnawing at the tenuous hold I had on the fear that pulled my muscles taut. I inched forwards minutely slowly, aware that each shift in the sand might give my shape or position away to the guards at the surface.

      I’d managed to creep only a metre or so when a swirl of water above me dislodged the sand I’d been trying to use as cover, exposing me completely. I froze, desperately concentrating on my disguise and wondering what had created such a massive movement of water.

      A strange chattering and liquid clicking noise filled the water around me. I opened my eyes slowly, almost losing my desperate mental hold as a large school of bottlenose dolphins swam joylessly in front of me. Behind them the wildest looking Oceanid I’d ever seen maintained the constant clicking and warbling that seemed to provoke a vicious response in the normally friendly dolphins. They reminded me of a pack of hunting dogs, their uniformly choppy movements as they dipped from the surface into the blue and back again accompanied by a black swirl of menace and focused intent.

      Merrick had mentioned that there were Oceanids with every possible type of talent. This one seemed to be able to speak to or maybe even control ocean creatures. The idea of anyone with this type of talent was potentially terrifying, dolphins could be the very least of my problems.

      If this Oceanid managed to dredge up some nightmarish creature of the deep I’d have giant squid, great whites, whales…the list was endless and not one I was sufficiently familiar with either. It would have been helpful to have some first-hand experience in animal behaviour, the information I’d so eagerly gleaned from nature programmes leaving me ill-equipped to deal with the reality of the situation. Could they smell, could they see spiritus, would they respond to me as they responded to the raggedly dressed wild man that darted beside them?

      I lay as still as possible, watching as one of the dolphins turned its head towards me and began to break formation. A series of sharp sounds from the “herder” had it turning back into the formation with a resigned exhaustion that made me angry over the captivity it was obviously forced into.

      Several dolphin patrols had me pinned to the sea floor for the rest of the day. I managed to move only another metre up the steepening sand bank, each movement minuscule and gut-wrenchingly tense.

      I’d eventually decided to wait out the sunlight and use the cover of dark to edge up to the top of the ridge of sand that seemed to rim the darker water ahead of me. The water was a dusky deep blue, the last of the sun’s rays having tinted the ocean in violet and shimmering pink as it gave up the day to the insistent night.

      I waited until the last dolphin patrol had faded into the shadowed water before using the swirl of their aftercurrent to swim up the graded sand and peer nervously over the edge.

      At first I couldn’t see anything but the rich black blue of the very very deep. I’d been staring into the abyss for a few moments when a blast of blisteringly hot water shot up beside me, the water around it hissing and popping as I flung myself away from it, the skin on the right side of my body singed and stinging.

      I’d been lying on my back dazed for a few moments when the same sound burst into the water on my left. I cringed away from the sound, curling into a ball and waiting for the scalding I felt sure was coming. Nothing happened for a few moments and then the sound repeated itself on my right again, the water warming perceptibly as it did so.

      I straightened and turned towards the left. The heated water wavered as it shot for the surface in a steady blast before repeating itself on the right.

      A National Geographic I’d watched on underwater geysers leapt into my mind. I began to count between each blast of water, finding that each one performed exactly on cue. I moved forward quickly after the right one had gone off, counting as I did so and using the time to try to find other tell-tale blasts of heat.

      It took me a while to map out the geyser field and work out the timing for each one but by the time the faint glow of the moon had begun to glitter on the skin of the sea I was ready.

      Taking a deep breath I began my choppy and terrified navigation of the natural minefield. Whether I moved or stayed still each action held a weighted risk that carried horrible results if I got it wrong.

      I’d just managed to swim across the last geyser when the sand fell away in a shaft of black unadorned rock. Knowing the blast of bubbling water was about to explode out of the earth behind me, I drifted off the edge allowing my weight to pull me slowly into the gloom as I sank into the unknown darkness.

      The first sign of danger was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. It shimmered in brilliant shades of turquoise as a billion tiny sea voices muttered and chirped to each other, a swarm of bioluminescent plankton discussing their existence amongst themselves.

      I watched them well up from the deep where they’d been hiding for the day, the cloud spreading out in a florescent blanket that showed the perfectly circular shape of the not-so-dormant volcano I was in.

      I was so enthralled by the spectacle I didn’t think about the consequences of so much food until the mutterings of the plankton turned shrill with panic and dark holes began to form in the blanket of light. Occasionally I’d see the shape of fish backlit by their prey as they gulped bellyfuls of food.

      The plankton continued to swarm towards the surface, the water filling with the sickening flavour of fear and death as they moved over me. I looked down to find them all over me, destroying my disguise as they lit up my outline like a beacon. I scanned the rock face that swept away from me, expecting at any moment a pod of triumphant Oceanids to appear.

      It was only much later that I realised why they didn’t need to patrol Ferengren at night. Far greater dangers lurked in the depths.

      The first of the giants swept past me in a swirl of plankton, huge wings pumping at the water and narrowly missing me as enormous manta rays, metres wide, swooped into the feeding frenzy, scooping up the plankton and leaving large swathes of black water where their light had been.

      They fed for a surprisingly short time until they turned their massive heads to the surface and flew in elegant wing beats over the top of the volcano and away.

      I’d just watched the last one slip over the edge when something very big swirled the glittering water as it swept past me. It moved in fits and starts and swirled around the edge of the volcano frighteningly quickly. Within minutes it was approaching me again.

      I flattened myself against the rock as much as I could and watched in fascinated horror as it slowed. A huge black eye regarded me coldly from within a volume of red flesh that was far wider than the length of my body and expanded rapidly as I watched. A jet of swirling water sent it skimming away from me at an incredible pace. Its tentacles trailed behind it, one of them curling and searching the water before reaching out lazily and wrapping experimentally around my thigh before whipping away.

      My leg burned where its cold flesh had touched mine and within moments I could smell blood.

      In the glow from the plankton I could see several puncture marks mid-thigh where the octopus or squid, I wasn’t sure what type of creature could get that big, had touched me.

      Clamping my hand over the wound I searched for somewhere to hide. The rock face formed an impenetrable wall around СКАЧАТЬ