This is all getting very sad :(  But maybe there will be a happy ending!  Who knows!  Enjoy :)

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Ariel slept in the prince’s arms that night.  She dreamed of merfolk and sea creatures.  When she woke up, she was still in his arms.  She began to wonder if it would be always be like this but was abruptly hit with the memory of the previous night.  Her head started to spin as she thought about his last words to her.  “I’m going to marry her, Ariel.”  She didn’t want to think about what this meant for her and her future.

She laid there and thought about her possibilities for a long time before Eric finally stirred.  She pretended to be asleep and let him stroke her hair.  He kissed her forehead and she let her eyes drift open.  He wasn’t smiling, but he looked content.  “Good morning, my dear.”  Ariel kissed his cheek and thought that she had him back and that last night was just a small hiccup.

“I will probably sound awful when I ask this, but I mean it in the most sincere way possible.  Will you please help me prepare for this wedding?  I’m going to ask Christina to marry me.”  Ariel tried to show no emotion but knew that that would be near impossible.  “I’m sorry.  You don’t have to, I would understand.”  She nodded her head thoughtfully.  “So, yes or no?”

After a few long moments of thinking, she decided to nod her head.  She figured that the only way to get him back was to keep him close.  “Fabulous!  We’ll start as soon as possible!  This is going to be the best wedding in all of history.”  He smiled and Ariel forced a smile onto her face.  He rolled out of the bed and put on a fresh shirt, much to her dismay.

“You should probably go get dressed.  I’ll see you at dinner?  We’ll start planning then.”  Ariel nodded her head and left the room without looking at the man she was in love with.

Ariel spent her day in her room.  She thought a lot of what was going to happen in the near future.  For a long while she was rocking herself back and forth and crying because she was afraid of death.  She knew that if the prince married Christina then she would turn into sea-foam.  Her cries turned into sobs.

At some point during the day she fell asleep.  Marlain shook her awake and made tsking noises.  “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?  Come on, let’s clean you up.  It’s almost time for dinner.”  Marlain was talking slower than she usually did.  She helped Ariel sit up in bed and sat down next to her, she rubbed her back gently.  “It’s about the princess isn’t it.”  Ariel nodded her head and broke out into another episode of sobs.  Marlain let Ariel rest her head on her shoulder and patted her hair.

“I don’t know what to say to make you feel better, but I do know that you are beautiful.  Don’t worry, my love, there will be plenty of other men begging for your hand.”  This made Ariel sob harder, for she knew that she could never love another man.  Marlain made soothing sounds and patted her head.  “It’ll be okay.  Just keep your head up.  Do you still want to go to dinner tonight?”

Ariel shook her head and Marlain agreed.  “You stay here as long as you want.  If you need me, you know where to find me.”  Marlain smiled at Ariel and left her.  Ariel laid back down cried for many hours until sleep claimed her again.

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When she woke up again the sky was dark.  She decided to take another walk on the beach to see if her sister was there again.  Ariel stood up and was crippled by the intense pain her feet.  She let out a cry of pain, but no sound came out.  This was the first time she was ever thankful for her muteness.

She struggled to get outside, but when she was she let out a sigh as her feet stepped onto the soft sand.  She went to the same place that she saw Shia before.  Ariel sat down and drew pictures in the sand, constantly looking up to the ocean.  Everything was illuminated tonight by the full moon.

“Pst!  Ariel!”  Ariel looked up quickly and saw five heads swimming towards her.  Her face broke out in a huge smile.  She first saw Mia, the fourth born, the Natalia, the second born, then Jaya, Leah, the third born, and Shia brought up the rear.  When they all emerged from the water, Ariel gasped.  All of their hair was crudely cut short in a boyish style.

Ariel lowered her eyebrows and all of the girls smiled.  Leah said, “We traded our hair for this.”  Natalia pulled a knife out of her bag and offered it to Ariel.  She shook her head, not wanting to handle the weapon, so Natalia set it down on the beach in front of her.

Jaya then said, “When Shia told us what had happened to you, we all agreed to find a solution for you.  We talked to Ursula and she said that if you kill the prince with this knife and let his blood drop onto your feet, you’ll be turned back into a mermaid and be able to come home.”  Ariel gasped and shook her head violently.  She made a motion of cutting her arm, to ask if she could just cut him and not kill him.  “We asked that, he has to be killed.”  Jaya’s voice had no emotion in it and it disturbed Ariel.

“Ariel, you have to do it,” said Mia.  Mia was the sweetest and she loved Ariel the most.  “I miss you so much.  I can’t bear another day without you.”  Ariel fought back her tears and looked back at Jaya, the strongest.

“Leave it to Ariel to screw everything up,” said Shia.  “But your legs still look amazing.”  Everyone agreed and touched her legs, making sure that they were real.

“You need to do it Ariel.  I’m not going to let you die.”  Jaya’s face was hard and she looked like she had aged since the last time Ariel saw her.

Ariel reached for the knife slowly.  She gripped the handle and pulled it to her.  It was heavy but felt strong in her hand.  The blade was straight and pointed, the handle had intricate designs on it.  She nodded her head at her sisters.  Ariel wasn’t sure if she was going to do it, but wanted to reassure her sisters.

They all said their good byes and parted.  Ariel walked to her bedroom with the knife in her hands.  She laid it on the bedside table and studied it all night.  The war raging in her head was giving her a headache.  Each side had a valid point, but she could not come to terms with killing the one man she loved.