The laughter of the hunters echoed strangely through the trees, cold and empty. Her heart began to race. She tightened her grip on the pot balanced on her head and tried to walk faster, but one of the men stepped in front of her.
“Where are you going so early?” he asked with a smirk.
Amara forced a weak smile. “Just heading home.”
But as she tried to pass, she noticed something that made her blood freeze — ropes, nets, and a strange shimmering scale hanging from one of their bags.
Her mind flashed back to the mermaid.
They found her.
Without another word, Amara ran.
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