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A smell of must and dirt filled the air. Drip… Drip... Drip, drip.. Water was
tricalling down a black root that was sticking out of freshly torn earth. A little stream

and some fresh Island flowers were about all you could really see of the place. And a
pulsating blue rippling light reflecting off the walls and ceiling like moving water.

“(Angry sigh) Why isn’t she waking up?” A creepy older voice shouted echoing its way
through the cave. “I’m sorry Dorguh jOtauh the child is not like the other merfolkens.”
A male voice said. “What do you mean by that Dorjah?!” the woman's voice snapped.

Two men in black fish scaled body suits stood on either side of Chellejary. That red
fiery haired lady from earlier and three other males were walking down one of the cave

canals towards them. They also were in full scaled body suits. Covering all but their
hands, heads, faces and hair as well as part of their upper neck.

The lady was in a Dark smoked red silver with gold that was practically blcak. Only

with the shimmer of the light reflecting off them could you tell the color.