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are you doing out here Colshios?” Sireinamelosjhara asked. “Well I got worried and
when your mother told me what happened and the part about the single wards camp out
witch ovliosy is not a thing. I knew something was wrong. So I asked my dad to take
little man for the week and told him, Ricconal and your families that we were going on
a girls trip to a mermaid convention in California. And that we are going to sight see
for a couple days after at the beaches. It Sounds fitting considering the circumstances.
So I have us covered for a moment let's make it count. Give me the facts and the
rundown?” She said, clasping her hands together and rubbing them fast. In her cute yet
sassy manner, as she does. Sireinamelosjhara gave her the rundown and Chellejary
rolled her eyes a few times. Do to how Sirenamelosjhara had made it sound like she was
tough and ok with the whole thing. We all know how it really was and how She was
against this whole thing. But whatever.
Chellejary turned her head and her light turned red. “Somethings coming, I can feel
it. Something strong. Knekiose I need you to take care of my girls and get them
somewhere safe. I must go where I am called and I don’t want anyone to get hurt.
Watch over them for me.” Chellejary said in an emotionless way. “Somewhere safe no!
We have to stick together.” Colshios replied in shock. “We’re coming with you. Girl! This
is our fight too. You're our guppy and this is our fight and home too.”
Sireinamelosjhara said.
“She’s right. We're not letting you do this alone. We're in this together. Forever and
always over the moon and through the space. Remember?” Colshios said. “NO! It's too
dangerous, girls. Please.” She told them in a neutral yet stern way. Knekiose looked at
her then at the others behind him then back to the girls. “‘’Snap! Crake!’’’’ Came a loud
sound from up above. Chellejary shook as though she was hit by a massive volt of
electricity. She lit up even brighter, illuminating over mile's worth in all directions of
herself. Almost like a telephone line. A small echo wave hit Chellejary in the left temple.
Freezing her in place almost in an elegant ballerina position, with a twisted turn and a
head tilt down words to the left. Her color turned back to a vibrant electric blue.
“Chellejary?” One of the girls asked, waving their hand in front of her face.
“Chellejary? Sweety are you ok?” The other asked. But there was no reply. “I hate to
