Sea Nymph’s Mate
Copyright 2017 Maita Rue
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Sea Nymph’s Mate
Author’s note: The Nymphs here are
not based on any legend. Once in a while, they come up dry land and
search for their soulmate.
Chapter 1: Dylan
In every Sea Nymph’s life, there will
come a time when he has to surface and find his life
mate. There can only be one and
he must take her with him to the sea. The time of the Search is only
one full month every three years. If he fails to find a life mate, he
must choose whether to go back
to the ocean mate-less or stay forever on the dry land.
For Dylan, he was determined to find the
woman of his dreams. He will not leave the ocean and he will not come
back empty handed. That was what he vowed the day he climbed up on
the rocky ledge of the desolate bay.
The stench was horrendous. Even upon
entering the bay waters,
there was a sticky and stinky gunk that surrounded him. He knew the
talks the others told him of the surface-dwellers. The pollution the
surface-dwellers excreted in the air and the sea was horrendous. How
can they bear this? he
thought. The oil was sticking to his slimy skin. His eyes and his
lungs burned. How would he survive his month?
A gentle hand pulled him completely out
of the rocky shelves and into a warm cloth. “We have you, brother,”
a voice told him. He hardly struggled for he knew the voice. It
belonged to a fellow Sea Nymph named Mario. Dylan knew Mario went
ahead of him a week before. “Drink this and come with us.” He was
given fresh water
to wash his throat. Dylan can’t help but pour some water to his
face and eyes. Carefully, they dragged him with speed to a dwelling.
Dylan had prepared himself thoroughly
for this month-long sojourn. He learned all about the surface
dwellers from others who have been to the surface. The nymphs before
him told him of man-made stone structures in strait lines that went
up all the way to the skies. They also warned him that man’s heart
is hard and very different from a Sea Nymph’s. They told him how to
act and how to blend in. He had an idea of what to expect and how to
intermingling with the “Humans” but he knew he had to be on
Mario brought him to a unit in a
structure across the street they called building.
There were rows of them uniformly facing the sea. “I thought you’d
never get here. I was waiting every night since I went up. Come, Nong
Tashio is waiting for us,” Mario said.
Dylan was brought to a safe
house for Sea Nymphs. An old
Nymph they called Nong Tashio lived and operated there. He helps
young Nymphs survive their month and helped them find their mates.
Nong Tashio made sure these young Nymphs were safe and blended well
with the general population. Dugongs and other marine mammals were
endangered already. If they were discovered, they would be next on
the endangered species list.
Nong Tashio’s place was large enough
to house a lot of them, for there were a lot of them this time. Dylan
counted six of them. Half of them, he knew. Mario was his best
friend and there was Dario,
Mario’s brother. There was also Pier, his neighbor. Pier and Mario
came together last week. Later, he was acquainted himself with the
rest of them. The other three came from the distant north three days
ago, by means of a land boat called bus.
The Capital was a more
sensible place to find their mates for most of the population was
concentrated here. Non Tasio said the humans call it Manila. Some
from the province were lucky to find their mates waiting by the shore
but for the unlucky ones, they traveled to Manila for a better
chance. Nong Tashio was happy to take them in. He had been doing so
for a long time since his mate passed.
“Listen, young Dylan, we have to be
inconspicuous les’ we scare them surface-dwellers. They easily
scare, you see,” Nong Tashio explained. “You must ‘proach and
befriend them with caution.” The old man briefed him about how to
act, what humans did and how they interacted every day. Dylan was
then fed and given proper clothes then sent to bed after.
Dylan had a hard time wearing
clothes. He usually wore woven
sea vines to cover his manhood and that was it. Swimming in the ocean
required freedom of movement. He couldn’t understand the amount of
garment these surface dwellers needed. “You’ll get used to it.”
Dario, the younger of the brothers said. Dylan had to put the shirt
back on before he managed to put it on the right way. Mario taught
him how to buckle a belt and lace his shoes.
“Don’t worry, Bro. We’ll be here a
bit more to help you get around. You’d be surprised to find this
place interesting. But it’s not a place
to live in, though. It’s a good
tale to tell your sons,” Mario said.
Dylan shrugged. “I can’t remember
father telling me anything like this. He warned me of the dirt and
thieves but I didn’t expect the overwhelming filth. No wonder he
dared not come back to the surface again.”
In the morning, Dylan was to start
blending into the populace and search for his mate. Mario handed him
an apron and patted him on the back. “First thing’s first. We
must teach you to blend lattes.
Nong Tashio required us to serve downstairs at his café. It is a
place where humans come to eat when don’t want to hunt their own
food,” his friend explained. “It is three hours before we open
and you must be taught all the terms.” So, Mario and Dario pushed
him to the downstairs kitchen to start his training.
Nong Tashio acquainted him with what
the world was like and what a
café was. Mario and Dario filled him with details they learned while
the few weeks ahead they were here before him. All Sea Nymphs had a
skill to learn anything fast. Dylan definitely absorbed fast enough
to be an apprentice baker and barista. He knew how the cake was made,
how tarts were frosted and how to make mocha lattes all in two hours.
By the time they opened, he was confident he could blend well.
Nong Tashio’s café, Flounder’s,
opened promptly at seven in the morning. When the usual customers
came in, Nong Tashio had another “nephew” from the province
working part-time. This new “nephew” however was a real eye
candy. He was dark but he was
evenly toned. His pearly white
teeth sparkled like stars in the
night, and his eyes, they were sea green. Behind him, long jet black
hair flowed like silk threads.
Best of all, he made a mean double
chocolate macchiato with whip cream and a side of strawberry tarts.
But Dylan and the rest of Non Tashio’s
nephews were odd. Their features were strange. They weren’t
oriental but their eyes were slightly upturned and almond. Their jaws
were curved and strong. It was their build that was also odd. An
anatomy student once pointed out that the boys had a torso to leg
ratio that was even, quite unusual for any race.
Chapter 2: Terra
Theresa or Terra to her friends could
simply not come out of her depression.
It’s been two long years and still she was silent and unprepared
for the world. Her parents have given everything but nothing would
bring out a smile. An accident has rendered her impaired two years
prior. Terra was now a deaf-mute. The doctors said she was not going
to be normal ever again. Nothing could comfort her. Tears just
trickled from her eyes. Her friends dragged her around town. She went
with them but her face was blank. They were leading an empty shell.
The bay was the only place she responded
to. Her friends took her there regularly. Terra seemed to emote while
looking at the sea. If she could live in the sea, she would not need
her ears. She would only need her skin to feel.
Terra knew she had to go on, move
forward, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t a conscious decision she
could make. They were too many thoughts of loneliness of longing.
After the accident, she didn’t feel as if there was anything to
live for. What was the point in life? Her parents got her everything
she needed. Her friends dragged her around town. The days seemed to
blend into one another.
Hungry, she hand-signaled her friends
that she desired to eat something. They took her to a quaint little
place called Flounder’s. They frequented the café when they needed
a quick bite. Her friends ordered for her a tuna melt sandwich and
chocolate macchiato with whip cream. The order came promptly and
served by a new barista.
Terra looked up to the man serving her.
He was a dark beauty.
Those unusual green eyes took her to the sea. He smiled as he served
her and instinctively she said thank you but not a sound came out of
her. Terra put her hands to her mouth then to her eyes and then began
Terra’s friends began to pat her and
soothe her by rubbing her arm. She calmed down and ate silently
without emotions again. Her friends sighed and began eating their
Chapter 3: Dylan
Dylan had no idea what just happened. He
seems to be doing fine the entire morning until he served the tuna
melt and the beautiful girl began to cry. Mario pulled him to the
counter and made him make blueberry tarts while he served the rest of
“Not to worry, lad. That girl’s
always a silent type. Cries for nothing, too. Not your fault,” Nong
Tashio, from behind the counter, said. “She had an accident couple
years back and she wasn’t the same since.”
But Dylan was troubled. That girl… she
was haunting. She was sad. Dylan felt the urge to comfort her. He
wanted to go back to her and tell her he would try to make things
better. After the girl and her friends ate, they paid and hurried
That afternoon, he and Mario toured the
city. He was surprised to see a place called the Mall.
His father told him of crowded open spaced markets. This was no
crowded open spaced market. It was a well-organized cornucopia of
shops in an enclosed building that was bright and cold. He was glad
he was wearing clothes.
Mario showed him the girl that was his
soul mate. She was tall and her hair was cut short. Then Dylan
realized Mario’s hair was cropped short too. “She likes it this
way,” Mario said. He told Dylan that the girl was a beautician.
They earned their living by cutting and washing people’s hair. He
was waiting for her to finally say yes to him and they would be off
and into the sea.
After the day’s adventure, they went
back to the bay. It was crowded in the afternoon. People strolled
along the boulevard. There were people selling and people buying. He
also saw people singing and people painting pictures. He thought it
was interesting so he stayed and observed the painters.
That night, he dreamed of his first
day’s adventure. He dreamed of missing the ocean, the mall and the
girl. The girl, was crying in his dream. Dylan wanted to make her
smile. When he woke, he couldn’t understand why he was so sad. He
vowed to see that girl again.
Next day, they went to a different type
of market, one where you buy foodstuff to use for the café. Nong
Tashio called it supermarket. Indeed, for Dylan, it was super to find
all you need at one place. He had a good time sampling the food
called “chips” that Nong Tashio was so fond of. Though he
regretted it later when his stomach revolted and made him sick for a
couple days. He cursed the lost time he spent in bed. While he was
sick, Mario went to fetch his own mate and left for the sea. Dylan
wished he was as fortunate as Mario. He left some things for Dylan
just in case he left without word. “It’s paper. It dissolves in
water so you can’t take it with you. Use this pencil to draw or
write on it,” Dario instructed. Mario told him not to give up and
follow his instincts. It was sound advice from his friend.
Dario on the other hand was close to
convincing his love of the sea life. He was busy now and had no time
to entertain or to train Dylan. He was left to explore on his own as
his other Nymph friends were busy wooing or searching for their
Dylan loved sketching on the sand and
the rocks. He realized he could do draw something more refined with
the pencil and paper. When he finished his shift at Flounder’s, he
went to the bayside to capture his beloved sea.
Nong Tashio had given him currency to
buy things in the mall. Dylan bought paper and pencils. After the
mall, he raced to the seaside and began sketching. He experimented
with colors and different strokes. His sketches were drawing a crowd
to him. They were intrigued by his vivid imagery of the sea life.
Chapter 4: Terra
Terra watched as the dark male gazed
into the ocean. His sea green eyes captured the setting of the bay.
He was sketching the sunset over the water. She wondered why she was
so taken by this man. Was it his eyes that reminded her of the ocean?
Of her silent dream?
She wished she could talk to him. Nong
Tashio’s nephew was a handsome but somber man. He didn’t speak a
lot but he had a serene disposition about him. If only she had the
courage to approach him.
A week had passed since her latest bouts
of water works and she finally returned to the bay. Her friends still
shadowed her wherever she went. They were more babysitters than
friends. She regretted that loss of deep meaning between them.
Terra knew they took her out in the
afternoons because they pitied her. Her parents asked them to
entertain her. Since Terra’s father pays them every time they go
out with her, they took advantage of the excursions with her. At
least they liked to go to the bay and seaside.
But she didn’t want this existence
Wretchedly, she turned her gaze back to
the dark beauty with the eyes of the sea. He was enigmatic. His smile
took her breath away. Terra felt a small contentment watching him
sketching and smiling.
She sat beside him as he sketched. That
was all her nerves could muster. She wanted to talk to him, to tell
him how she wished she could swim in the sea. He smiled at her then
began to sketch some more. From time to time, he showed her his
progress. If only she could hear what he was saying.
Chapter 5: Dylan
Dylan watched idly as Terra ate in
silence. Flounder’s was always full but he can spot her anywhere.
Her friends were busy chatting but she remained emotionless.
“She th’ one, lad?” Nong Tashio
Dylan was snapped back to reality as
Nong Tashio’s words registered. He nodded. “I think so. I can’t
seem to get her out of my mind. My heart is drawn to her.”
Nong Tashio smiled. “Yup, just as I
thought… Lad, you’re in for a hard ride. I don’t know why fate
gave you such a difficult task.” Dylan couldn’t understand how
hard his task would be. “She’s deaf, can’t hear your sweet
siren words of the sea and the life underwater. There are no songs to
lure her to the water.”
Dylan was flabbergasted. A nymph could
sing to his mate and make her see the ocean in his voice. He could
talk sultry poetry
and woe her. Deaf? Nong Tashio’s words sunk in. Surely, there would
be other ways to make her understand. Could there?
The next few days were agonizing. He
kept seeing the girl watching the bay like a zombie. She did glance
at him once or twice. He continued to sketch. It was the end of the
week when he developed the courage to talk to her. He described the
ocean knowing she couldn’t hear him. He showed her pictures of the
sunset and the weedy ocean floors. He sketched the reefs with fishes
and corals. She smiled a bit. Then her friends pulled her away for it
was getting late.
There was a kind of understanding
passing through them. They formed a routine after she visited
Flounder’s. They began to meet every day. Everyday, he sketched for
her. He drew his home and the places he wanted her to visit. She
smiled and kept the pictures, musing over them, hoping to understand
what he was telling her.
But a smile was not enough. Desperately
he wanted her to understand that he was inviting her to go to the
sea. To go to his home. To be with him.
“You must go home tomorrow, lad. If
you don’t you will dry-up and stay here like me. It’s not a good
life for one such as you. With or without her, you must go home,”
Nong Tashio told him. He was right, Dylan thought. Tomorrow was the
last day he could stay. He didn’t want to stay here but he didn’t
want to go home without a mate. Dylan was torn.
Chapter 6: Terra
Terra paced the length of her room.
Nothing interested her. Not her clothes, nor her collection of
jewelry, nor anything else her parents showered her with. What was
the point? They were not there. They showered her with money and
bribed her friends because they were too busy for her.
Her green-eyed beauty swam in her mind.
If only there was something more he offered than sketches. If only
they didn’t need to speak through words. She wished she could go to
the places he sketched for her, to his watery imaginaries.
If only it was an invitation to another
world. If it was, then what? Is she willing to go?
Chapter 7: Dylan
Dylan did not work that morning. He
remained in his room sketching the last pages of the papers he had.
He was leaving. Perhaps in another century, he could try again. His
silent beauty would be but a memory. Still, he wanted her to know of
the beauty of the sea and the love he was offering. If only fate was
not so cruel to a girl like her. She would be now singing with him,
jumping into the waters and being carried to their underwater home.
His sketches would be his only parting gift to her.
Afternoon just before the sunset, he
bade Nong Tashio a farewell and thank him. He waved to the other Sea
Nymphs who just surfaced to find their mates. He crossed the streets
to the bay and waited for Terra one last time.
Chapter 8: Terra
Dylan, that was his name. She noted his
sketches had that name signed on her edge. She didn’t know why but
she had the urge to go to him. Her friends hasn’t come by yet but
she wanted to go now. Terra found herself hailing a cab and writing
on a piece of paper where she wanted to go.
She found him in the bay side.
He stood silently before the ledge. He
looked like he wanted to jump, she mused. Terra approached Dylan
alone. He wasn’t sketching today. He simply stood with the stack of
papers tucked under his left arm. Terra smiled. She rarely smiled.
This smile was brighter than the times he showed her pictures of the
sea. This smile was genuinely for him. He smiled back but it was a
sad smile. Tenderly, he handed her his last sketches and stood atop
the safety railing.
Confused, Terra looked at the sketches.
They were of Dylan’s watery imagination but this time, he was in
it. He swam naked but the loincloth of seaweed hanging about his
midsection. There were others about him swimming in the same fashion.
Then on another page, there was Dylan and her! They were lovingly
embracing in the serene water world.
She looked up at him. Dylan stretched
out a hand. Was this the invitation she longed for? Was he taking her
to the sea?
Her heart beat a mad tattoo as she took
his hand and he lifted her to step on the railing. She nodded to him.
Dylan smiled and gave her a soft kiss. Holding hands, they took the
leap into a different world.
Chapter 9: Dylan and Terra
Her disability was not a hindrance to
understanding the deep, blue ocean. She saw the silent beauty around
her as she felt the water around her. To feel! That was what she
longed. Now here she was, immersed in her dreams. The seaweeds were
slippery, the corals rough and the schools of fishes that cascaded
around them tickled her.
Dylan rarely lets her hand go. He wanted
to hold her and she liked it too. The sadness in her eyes was gone.
It was replaced by immense happiness. They were both happy,
incredibly happy that they emanated this joy throughout their watery
He introduced her to his family and
friends. Terra recognized some of them having worked at Flounder’s.
They accepted her as she accepted them.
Terra was so happy. Her melancholy had
lifted. She no longer felt trapped in her own little world. There was
a vast ocean to explore. Dylan held her hand and swam with her
everywhere. He showed her worlds she didn’t think possible. She
knew this was fate. Her life was in the ocean.
Terra and Dylan lived centuries
together. They populated the water world with ten healthy boys and
they all were as lucky as their father in finding their mates but
that would be ten different stories. For now, we end with Terra and
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About the Author
Maita Rue is an author, designer and
blogger. She’s the mother of four dogs and an aunt of one grumpy
cat. Maita loves to read and is now finally writing the things she
loves. The characters in her books have their own lives and she
claims they demand their own destinies. She writes stories for
Talecraft Publishing, Sachet Novels (coming soon) and self-publishes
a lot of her own works.
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