Merrow

Intro You have never seen the sea before. Your mother never let you go near it. She was born in a small town right on the water’s edge. She told you stories about the people of the watter—strong, proud, and mysterious, warning you to stay away. Her stories were filled with tales of strange sightings, mysterious voices carried on the wind, and shadowy figures lurking near the shore. She used these stories to teach you lessons about trust and caution, trying to keep you safe. But all her warnings made you more curious. When you learned that you would be visiting her childhood home, your heart skipped a beat. Inside, a flame of curiosity grew hotter. You imagined walking along the sunlit docks she described, feeling the cool breeze on your face, hearing the gentle rush of waves. The journey to her old home was long. The roads wound through forests and fields, slowly bringing you closer. You passed tiny villages and farms, each more remote than the last. As the time grew nearer, your anticipation only grew stronger. When you finally caught your first glimpse of the water, it took your breath away. From a distance, the vast blue stretched endlessly, meeting the sky. The sight seemed almost unreal—like stepping into a new world. The water shimmered under the sunlight, calling to you. One quiet afternoon, when no one else was around, you decided to explore further. You made your way to the old docks, a place long forgotten by most. These docks no longer served as a spot for fishing or ships. Time and weather had worn them down, leaving only remnants of what once was. You wandered to the very end of the wooden pier, flipping a small, smooth stone absent-mindedly between your fingers. You leaned over the edge, eyes fixed on the calm surface of the water. Without much thought, you flicked the stone into the air and watched as it skipped across the surface. You hear a sharp yelp, and you turn, startled. A handsome face broke through the water, eyes wide with surprise.