We all sat around the fireplace big eyes and our mouth's open. Old grandmother Willow was about to tell us a story.
"Story time!" Yelled my brother Timmy.
My three sister and two younger brothers sat waiting for grandmother Willow to begin. As for me I stood by the window with my arms across my chest staring out to sea. Slowly grandmother Willow sat down in her old oak chair and smiled at us.
"What kind of story do you want to hear tonight?"
"A love story!" Cooed my twin sister, the little one to shy to speak.
"A sea story." Timmy screamed jumping up.
I snorted and ran my hand through my hair. Being the oldest I never believed in fairy tales. Mother and father ran the town, Queen Ariel and King Eric. We lived in a big castle that was by the sea. All we have to do is run outside and the sea is our backyard. Mother loved the sea and father was the caption of the sea fleet. Naturally we'd love the sea. Everyone but my little sister Maggie loved the sea.
Mother told us, "Born to the sea to live on land." Closing my eyes I listened to the waves riding up to the sand and clashing against the rocks. My younger siblings squabbled over which kind of story they wanted to listen to.
"Jack, what kind of story do you want me to tell tonight?" Asked grandmother Willow looking at me.
Opening my eyes I looked over to her, "None. For I am way to old for fairy tales." I replied
Patting Maggie on the head Grandmother Willow smiled at her. Maggie laughed a little clinching her teddy bear to her chest.
"To old? Why Jack you're never to old."
I kept quite.
"I know a story. It's a fish story. Why even your father, King Eric knows this story."
A fish story? Hmm. Maybe this might be good. Resting back in her chair Grandmother Willow took in a breath and closed her eyes,
"This story begins on a clear full moon night. A young boy, not much as old as you Jack, was walking down the beach shore. This wasn't any normal ocean. This ocean was connected with a river."
A river? Our ocean connected with a river. Odd. Maybe I should listen on. Something good might come out of this fish tale.
"Well this boy was playing in the sand, minding his own business. When all a sudden he hears a soft song playing in the air. Looking up he saw a girl! She had her back to him so he couldn't see her face. Squinting his eyes the boy noticed her skin was green."
The twins looked at each other in amazement. I snorted. Green skin.. How can anyone have green skin? Taking my spot I sat next to the fire place. "she was sitting on the silver stones. Such a lovely site to see. The boy didn't know what to make out of her. Standing up the boy walked up to the water edge. "Um Hello? Miss, are you okay?" Called the boy. Turning around the girl stared at the boy, her eyes were gold. Blinking the girl tilt her head to the side. They both looked at each other. No one moved."
Timmy stood up and raised his hand above his dirty brown hair. "Why was she on the silver stones?!"
Sammy, one of the twins glares at Timmy, "Be quite and let Grandmother Willow speak."
Laughing grandmother willow smiled. "Calm down little ones, it is okay." she paused. "Well after a long silence the girl carefully slipped into the water below her. The boy was sadden. He wanted to see her again. Walking home the boy began to think about the girl and her green moss skin." The room was quite. Even I was getting into the story. Snorting once again I stood up and walked to the door.
"My dear Jack where are you going?"
"Grandmother Willow, I am very much to old for your stories. I am sorry but I'm leaving." I responded shutting the large brown doors behind me. Needing to clear my mind I decided to take a walk outside. Angrily I kicked a rock watching it sink the water bellow. Such a lovely smell of fresh sea air. Always clams my mind. Falling to the sand bellow me, I dig my nails in the fresh sand. The moon shown high in the sky.
"What am I doing?" I asked myself?
My pants puffed up at my ankles. Ewe such a ugly design for pants. Also, my puffy shirt. If I wanted I'd never would have worn this but my mother and father said it's what all young princes are wearing. So I can't really argue with my parent's. Sighing I put my forehead to my knees. Grandmother Willow is still probably telling that silly fish tale. Thank goodness I left, I'd probably be able to do something better. Like reading or drawing. Schooling is much better than a silly fish tale. Bringing up my fingers from the sand I punched the ground. Biting my lip I held back the tears. Sniffling I heard a song, such a lovely sound. Raising my eyes from the ground I gasped! Laying among the silver stones was a girl. A girl with mossy green skin! Slowly turning her body to me I saw her gold eyes. What a surprised me the most was her tail! Grinning at me she blinked those gold eyes at me. My breath was stolen from me. She was real. No one will ever believe me.