Water: The Mermaid Legacy Book One. Natasha Hardy

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СКАЧАТЬ there!” Josh’s excited voice bounced around the cave as his beam of light picked up more red-brown marks on the other side of the cave.

      “That’s a really strange drawing,” Luke mused as we made our way across to it.

      “Why?” I asked.

      “Well, all the history we’ve learnt about these people says that they never took women and children with them into dangerous situations, they always stayed at home to keep them safe,” Luke replied.

      “They had no choice.” Josh’s voice was strained as Luke and I joined him on the other side of the cave.

      “What do you –”

      Luke’s question was cut short by the violence depicted on this wall. Stick figures lay strewn in bloody abandon, arrows and spears protruding at odd unnatural angles. I stood agape, the agony and tenderness of the drawings causing tears to well in my eyes as each figure’s death told a separate story.

      There was no repetition in this painting. Each figure had been individually painted, as if the painter or painters had wanted it recorded that these people were loved, and their stories would not be forgotten.

      I wrapped my arms around my body and shuddered.

      Josh swept his torch further down the wall as he led us slowly toward the beginning of the painted nightmare.

      Hundreds and hundreds of darker brown, and bigger, figures brandishing weapons filled every available space. They were similar in posture, size and shape. We stood in silent awe, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the army depicted for us.

      “It must be a picture of the Great Battle,” Josh whispered in the dark.

      “The one you told us about when we were fishing?” I asked.

      He nodded.

      “Then that makes this place the scene of their mysterious disappearance?” Excitement and apprehension frothed in conflicting measures as my imagination carried me on a tidal wave of cave-painted images.

      “Not necessarily.” Luke, ever practical, squashed the hope of a great discovery. It irritated me that he couldn’t just dream with Josh and me for a few moments, that he had to immediately return to logical explanations – where was the fun in that?

      “It might be the scene of any battle,” Luke continued. “There’s no reference to anyone disappearing or of the people being turned into mythical creatures.”

      “Oh come on, Luke,” Josh exclaimed. “Look at this battle scene and the survivors running away!”

      “Exactly, the survivors ran away,” Luke argued, “they didn’t jump into pools of water and start swimming about, or disappear into thin air.”

      Josh was shaking his head, taking a breath to continue arguing.

      “We didn’t carry on looking farther down that side of the cave,” I cut in, trying to diffuse the tension, and pointing my torch to the side we’d started with.

      “You’re right, you little Ally Cat.” Josh ruffled my hair, clearly very pleased that Luke’s argument had fallen flat.

      We made our way back to the picture of the fleeing stick figures.

      “So everyone is running away,” Luke said, staring at the painting again, his voice echoing eerily. “Let’s go see where they end up!” He grinned at me, his teeth glowing pale in the light from the torch. “Are you ready for what we might find?” he asked, his tone mischievous. I nodded mutely, not wanting my voice to betray my sense of dread.

      We edged our way carefully along the side of the cave following the figures. After about ten paces their numbers dwindled until eventually only one person was left.

      “This must have been their leader,” said Josh, shining his torch on the figure.

      I stared at the painting, allowing my imagination to recreate the scene. What character this person must have had to lead so many desperate people into the cave. What tenacity and leadership! I wondered at how any person could move so many to follow them. I was picturing the strength, the determination it must have taken, and I must admit that I was picturing a man when Luke’s voice cut through my thoughts.

      “It’s a girl!” he said.

      “What?” exclaimed Josh, disbelieving.

      Surprised by his statement I stared at the image.

      “The leader is a woman,” Luke repeated.

      Josh shone his torch on the picture of the exodus leader.

      “Why do you think that?” he asked.

      Luke looked a little sheepish as he stepped forward and pointed to the relevant bits of anatomy.

      “That’s impossible,” Josh said. “Everything we’ve learnt at school and everything my grandfather has told me says that they would never allow a woman to lead.”

      “Well, if it’s not a woman then it must be a transvestite, Josh, because I don’t see what those… bits would be aside from the obvious.” Luke’s exasperation was tainted with embarrassment.

      “I don’t get it.” Josh was adamant

      “Why don’t we carry on down the side of the cave and see if we can find anything else” I suggested, cutting Josh off before the argument I felt brewing could erupt.

      A few paces later was a picture so detailed that even with the primitive painting equipment it was impossible not to recognise the beautiful valley just outside the cave.

      The next picture showed the waterfall and the cave behind it. Great effort had been made in depicting the shape of the cave, almost as if the artist were drawing a map.

      A couple of paces later was a completely abstract picture, so much so that after a few moments of staring at it, I turned to look at Luke and Josh only to find them with their heads tilted to the side examining the picture with the same confusion playing across their faces as I was feeling.

      The dominant feature of the picture was a large funnel-shaped object in the centre. The artist had drawn dozens and dozens of comma shaped stripes above the funnel and dancing people below it.

      “Any ideas?” I prodded Josh.

      He snorted a laugh. “Alien abduction is about all I can make of that!”

      I giggled, surprised by the sound and my ability to feel even vaguely cheerful given the fear that sharpened every sound and produced eerie shadows with murderous intent, as the torchlight bounced around the cave.

      “Luke?”

      “Well, it looks as though something goes into the funnel, and that is cause for celebration.” Luke’s voice had taken on a knowing tone emphasising the obvious bluff – he had no idea either.

      Josh and I looked at each other and started giggling, our laughter echoing off the cave walls.

      “What?” СКАЧАТЬ