Hidden at the bottom of the sea

No human eye had ever beheld such amaranthine beauty, living in the depth of the ocean where no light could ever reach them. The little girl in the white cotton dress with bows of silk, was sitting on the shore, taking deep breaths in excitement every time the waves swept over the dark sand. Her eyes admired the hundred tints of yellow and red in the horizon, her fingers craved to touch the sunlight reflected in the water. She and her mother were both paralians, living near the sea in a small cottage core built on a wooden frame made by her uncle. He had built it many years ago when her mother suddenly insisted on moving closer to the shore were no one would bother them. A tall man was her uncle, with skin so pale as if he never stepped a foot outside that door frame. He despised the cyanic waves and drank himself til he fell off the porch, hitting his face on the porcelain sand with the empty bottle in his hand as if he was hoping of waking up next to dry land in the morning. Her mother prohibited her from ever asking him and it was out of the question since he was intoxicated half of the time in a deep slumber och their red couch as if he dreamt of another life. A better life. Although his wishes never came true, he seemed to hold so much hatred inside of him that his cup overflowed with water every morning, streaming down the silver glass like thousands of tears hitting the sand under the same porch that he senseless fell on.

On night after filling himself with half a dozen shots of rum, he declared his love for the same blue life that he despised hours ago and his cheeks blushed in a tint of crimson. Joy was what he radiated, something that never happened before. She never found out why her uncle was filled with such emotions, but she was sure that he had done something utterly terrible and that the ocean wanted him to pay for his crimes and ingratitude. 

Which he did. 

The same night, when he had a scintilla of joy in his bones, he ran out in the water and embraced the oceanic depth with his pale freckled arms that never released him again. He was trapped in the grip of the watergods, sunking him to the depth of their empire where he became one of the million cold bones glued to the bottom of the sea. Her mother later told her that he had found happiness as he had reunited with his children. Children of the sea had found him. The little girl thought about her uncle as the great God of the deep empire hidden at the bottom of the sea that had been brutally separated from his beloved ones. He was grieving, she knew he was. He wasn't filled with hatred nor was he blaming the ocean, he wanted to go home and the water demanded him to pay to pass. The little girl soon became desperate because she wanted to see, to feel the home of the watergods that were so determined to not let anyone go through. Every time her legs carried her out in the water, the waves pushed her back with such a ferocity that her body failed her for every new attempt she tried to make. Her legs wobbled under her and she fell to the ground, feeling as if all her dreams and wishes had been scattered over the beach

Since her early years she had heard about the beautiful watergods. Mermaids and nymphs who sang their songs with such a harmoni that the fishermen sank to their depth just to listen to their melodies. Their boats grieved in abandon as they followed their owners, for they were obliged to do so. She felt sad for them, yet she was full of jealousy in such an amount that the thought of never getting her tales confirmed made her body ache and sometimes it felt as if she was bathing in her own tears, filled with sadness. Her biggest dreams were crushed, how else was she supposed to feel? The stories of beautiful shiny tails that gleamed in the darkest depth of water, the empire built at the bottom of the ocean where no human eye could ever reach them. Her white cotton dress was wet for all the waves that hindered her from passing the barrier and all the tears that ran down her eyes. She would never see the bodies of mermaids living in temples made of shiny pearls. She would never hear nymphs sing their melodies in her sleep and she would never see the empire of gold with corals by the gate and a treachery by the high throne. In realization that all her tears and sitting by the shore was for vain, the last straw of hope vanished from her heart. Blood dripped on her precious white cotton dress and red stains was formed on the material as she ripped out her eyes in pure desperation. She wanted to see and feel the depth of the waters and the empire at the bottom of the sea, where no human eyes could ever reach. To beheld such an amaranthine beauty, the ocean needed to be paid. And payment did it indeed get, her cyanic blue eyes sunk at the bottom of the ocean, slowly, as she was writhing in agony back on the shore. Now her eyes would see the shiny tails that gleamed in the darkest depth of water and the empire of the mighty watergods. She would see and she would feel, for that was everything her eyes ever longed for. The blood from her eyes blended with the drops of tear that streamed down her skin, though it wasn't in pain but in relief for she now knew that she would finally see what no human eye has ever beheld.