People who saw her shook their heads sadly. Some whispered prayers. Some looked away.
In Toro’s hut, laughter continued. They mocked the crying woman, copying her voice and laughing harder.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, shining on cruelty, lies, and pain.
Back in the mermaid’s home, Latty sat quietly, still holding on to the mermaid’s arm. The place smelled different, like clean water and strange flowers. Latty could hear faint sounds outside, like soft singing far away. Her mind was full of confusion.
“So this place,” she asked slowly, “is not the world I know?”
The mermaid sat beside her.
“No,” she replied gently. “This is our kingdom.”
Latty swallowed hard.
“Why did you save me?” she asked. “You don’t even know me.”
The mermaid was silent for a moment. Then she said quietly:
“I saw what your father did, and I could not allow it.”
Latty’s body shook.
“My father hates me,” she whispered. “He always has.”
She lowered her head.
“He said I bring bad luck.”
The mermaid felt anger rise inside her, but she kept her voice calm.
“Some humans fear what they do not understand,” she said. “But that does not mean you deserve harm.”
Latty sighed deeply.
“My mother will be crying now,” she said sadly. “She will be looking for me.”
The mermaid did not answer. She swam to a small corner of the room and brought something wrapped in leaves.
“Rest,” she said gently. “You are safe for now.”
Latty nodded slowly, but her heart refused to calm down. She could feel that her life had entered something dangerous and powerful.
Back in the village, night slowly began to fall. Latty’s mother was still outside, walking weakly, calling her daughter’s name until her voice almost disappeared. People began to return to their homes. Some shook their heads, saying it was too late.
Latty’s father sat quietly, thinking deeply. Something did not feel right anymore.
Eba stood far away, staring at the river, his heart heavy. He felt as though something had been taken from him before it even began.
Under the water, in the quiet mermaid kingdom, Latty lay still inside the hut, listening to the strange world around her.
Then, inside the mermaid’s home, the mermaid sat beside Latty again. The soft glow from the stones on the wall lit the place gently. The water around them felt calm, but the mermaid’s eyes were serious.
She turned to Latty and spoke slowly.
“Tell me,” she said, “what would you like me to do for you?”
Latty was quiet for a long moment. Her fingers moved slowly over her cloth as if searching for the right words.
Then she spoke, her voice small but full of hope.
“If you can help me,” she said, “I want to see.”
The words came out with pain and desire mixed together.
The mermaid nodded slowly, as if she had already known this answer.
“If you see again and return to your village,” the mermaid said gently, “remember this: your father does not like you. He may try to hurt you again.”
Latty swallowed hard. Her heart beat faster.
Then the mermaid leaned closer.
“Do you want to know why your father pushed you into the river?”
Latty nodded quickly, again and again. Her curiosity was stronger than her fear.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please tell me.”
The mermaid took a deep breath before speaking.
“Do you remember the wealthy gold seller in your village?” she asked.
Latty’s body stiffened.
“Yes,” Latty replied softly. “Eba.”
The mermaid nodded.
“He went to your father and told him he wanted to marry you.”
Latty’s mouth opened slightly in shock. Her hands trembled.
But the mermaid continued.
“Your father wanted him to marry your sister instead.”
The words hit Latty like a heavy stone. She covered her mouth with both hands as tears rushed down her face. Her shoulders shook as she cried silently.
“Because you refused to disappear quietly,” the mermaid said, “your father chose the river.”
Latty felt her heart break into pieces.
“I only wanted to live,” she whispered. “I only wanted to be loved.”
The mermaid placed a gentle hand on her back.
“I will not only restore your sight,” she said, “but I will also change your appearance for now.”
Latty raised her head slowly.
“Change my appearance?” she asked.
“Yes,” the mermaid replied. “You will return to the village as a new person. Nobody will recognize you.”
Latty hesitated.
“But will I turn back to my old self again?” she asked nervously.
The mermaid smiled softly.
“Yes,” she said. “After the mission is complete, you will return to who you truly are, but with your sight restored.”
Latty thought for a long time. Fear, hope, pain, and courage fought inside her heart.
Finally, she nodded.
“I agree,” she said quietly.
The mermaid stood up and swam to a small shelf made of shells. She brought out a tiny bottle filled with glowing liquid.
“Drink this,” she said.
Latty stared at the bottle as if she could see it. Her hands shook as she held it.
“Will it hurt?” she asked.
“No,” the mermaid replied gently.
Latty drank.
The liquid was warm.
Suddenly, her head felt light. Her eyes burned slightly.
Then — light.
Bright light.
Latty gasped loudly.
“I can see!” she cried.
She looked at her hands. She looked at the walls. Then she looked at the mermaid and froze.
“You…” she whispered. “You are real.”
The mermaid smiled.
Latty looked around again, her mouth open in wonder.
“I’m in a mermaid kingdom?”
“Yes,” the mermaid replied proudly.
As Latty continued to look around, something strange began to happen. Her hair started growing, flowing down her back like dark silk. Her skin glowed softly. Her face changed gently, becoming even more beautiful.
The mermaid handed her a mirror.
Latty looked and screamed softly.
“Is this me?” she asked. She almost did not recognize herself.
“When you are ready to return to who you were,” the mermaid said, “come to the river and call my name three times.”
She paused.
“My name is Rona.”
Latty dropped the mirror and hugged her tightly, crying.
“Thank you,” she whispered again and again.
Back in the village, things were moving quickly. Latty’s father sat with Eba under a tree, speaking seriously. He talked and talked, trying to sound wise.
“Life must go on,” he said. “My other daughter is still here.”
Eba looked tired and confused, but slowly the pressure from elders and voices around him wore him down.
After much silence, he nodded.
“Fine,” he said quietly. “I will marry Toro.”
Latty’s father smiled widely.
The news spread fast. Drums were beaten. Women sang. Men laughed. The wedding was fixed for three days later.
On the morning of the wedding, the village came alive. Drums sounded everywhere. Big pots were placed on the fire. Smoke rose into the air. People danced and clapped.
Toro walked proudly, smiling and showing off.
Latty’s mother sat alone in a corner, her eyes empty. She had stopped crying. Her tears were gone, but her heart was still bleeding. Nobody noticed her pain. Nobody spoke Latty’s name anymore. The village had moved on.
Under the water, Rona held Latty’s hand tightly.
“It is time,” she said.
They swam together through glowing paths, passing quiet places and moving shadows. When they reached the village river, Rona stopped.
“Be careful,” she warned softly. “Remember everything.”
Latty nodded.
Slowly, she rose from the water. The sun touched her skin. Her long hair shimmered as she stepped onto the riverbank. She looked stunning, powerful, different.
She turned back and waved.
“Thank you, Rona,” she said. “I will return.”
Rona watched her carefully before sinking back into the water.
Latty adjusted her cloth and began walking along the narrow bush path that led to the village. Birds flew away as she passed. Leaves crunched under her feet. Her heart beat loudly in her chest.
Ahead of her, she could hear drums, laughter, singing — a wedding.
She stopped walking and stood still, listening. Her lips trembled slightly.
“So, it has begun?” she whispered to herself.
As Latty stepped closer to the village, no one noticed her yet. She was just another beautiful stranger walking out of the bush.
Drums continued to beat. Women danced harder. Latty’s father laughed loudly among the guests, proud and confident. Eba sat quietly, dressed for his wedding, staring into space.
Latty stood at the edge of the village, watching everything with clear eyes for the first time in her life.
Her heart was heavy, but her spirit was strong.
She did not know exactly what she would do next. She only knew one thing:
She did not come back to beg.
She did not come back to cry.
She came back to face the truth.
And as she took her first step into the village, the drums grew louder, as if the land itself knew that something unexpected was about to happen.
This story continues in another episode. Do you think Latty should fight her sister to get Eba back, or should she move on and tell everyone what her father did?
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