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Amethyst

Two thousand feet below the surface lay Amethyst's resting figure. She had her flexible tail curled up around the front of her body, making an oval shape of her form. Where her dark hair didn't web out over her torso, her arms and hands could be seen held close to her bare chest as she slept. While curling up in the sand, she created a little crater for herself to rest in. The short walls of the sand kept the water's cold currents from keeping her awake at night. They didn't often bother her, but pregnancy does strange things to the body.

A strange series of melodic whines and high pitched tunes were growing louder. The sounds echoed clearly throughout the ocean's deep. Occasionally vague throat-clicking like noises would interrupt the different songs. Amethyst's brow furrowed as she was stirred from her sleep. The fog of rest clouded her mind and left her in a daze. She instinctively brought one hand down her slender stomach to rest on her lower abdomen. The other propped her up on her side on the sand of the sea bed. Her eyes opened and searched for the source of the sound. At first she saw nothing through the dark navy-gray color of the sea, but then she saw large black forms above. She crouched closer to the ground in a bad attempt to hide herself until she could determine what it was. There were probably eight or nine of the figures; most quite large, but two looked much smaller. At first all her dazed mind could process was their echoing songs and black colors, but then her eyes took in patches of white and the way in which the creatures swam. Orca whales. They swam high above Amethyst in a small pod, playfully corkscrewing through the water and racing one another. Amethyst relaxed.

Bringing her hands up to her head, she ran her fingers through her long black hair and yawned a breath of water. A few bubbles escaped her lips and rose to the surface, the result of left over air from her surface trip a day earlier. There hadn't been much sea life along the coast of France, aside from the whales and occasional schools of fish, so Amethyst had let her guard down a bit. Judging by the little amount of light there was, she guessed it was mid-morning. She looked up and could see the surface of the water over a mile above her. It was faint, but her sharp eyes could pick up on the patterns of the little waves as they broke upon one another on the surface. She pushed off of her temporary bed on the sand, propelling herself into the water. At about a thousand feet in depth, where the water was much lighter and she could keep an eye on the whales, she maintained a speed of about 80 miles per hour. Her tail, one giant muscle covered in iridescent scales, pumped her through the water like she was just a seashell in a powerful current. She kept on the lookout for any more sea life, especially for another siren such as herself.

Amethyst had been traveling along the coast of France and Spain for many, many days now. She'd been traveling at a medium pace, for important reasons. She had to cover a lot of ocean in as little time as possible. She was shocked when she had circled the entire Mediterranean and found no other sirens. It was usually the easiest place to find them. She contributed it to the winter season; perhaps they had traveled some place warmer, like the Caribbean or around Africa's coastlines. However, after traveling around all of Greece and then Barcelona, Portugal, and most of France's west coast, her hopes were beginning to die. Perhaps it was just not her luck to find another siren in time.

The cool water that ran over her body woke her mind up very quickly. No, she would not give up hope. She still had three and a half months before she would be forced to raise the child inside of her herself. It was not ideal. Amethyst had lived as long as she cared to live. She had seen all of the places in the world she desired to see, and then some. She had sunk entire sail boats, even one ship, and eaten the heart of a renowned Captain. She'd owned companion pets, and knew the meaning of friendship. That was something many sirens couldn't say they'd had. She was ready to go on and see what her afterlife would be like. Since having a soul, she no longer feared what came next, whatever it might be. She was ready for it. The new life inside of her had set her back in the beautiful suicide she had planned for herself in Greece. She didn't want to live for another two decades raising a child in a never ending depression.

The next stop in her travels would be the English Channel, where she would search long and hard on both sides of the water canyon it was. Beyond that, her only hopes would be in Amsterdam and St. Petersburg. Amethyst rose in altitude through the water as she swam. She wanted to swim closer to the surface now. She hoped the sun would warm the chills that her pregnancy was causing her.