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The treasure.
It was shoved and safeguarded in the farthest land of rocks, with the demonic father and
horn-clad mermaids always looking for it.
It was in front of Ginger’s eyes, and she held it in her hand as if she held a huge part of
her beating heart, and carefully uncurled the anemone leaves wrapped all around it.
The weight of the piece she now held in her hands reflected her thoughts and mind.
Then she saw it.
It was embedded beautifully with pebbles and sea shells, encircling pearls and ringlets.
It was so beautiful that it would have made the mermaids cry.
The mermaids who had now reached a point where they could no longer chase Ginger’s
friends, helplessly hung at the edges snarling at them as they ran. The rocks would not let
them sail their tails behind them, nor would thet take the fury.
The friends now ran on the rocks, out of breath, and aimless.
Ginger was amazed beyond belief. Her eyes opened wide to gulp the truth that lay
before them and her breath held itself inside so it didn’t freckle the beauty of it.
The treasure had Ginger’s reflection all over it and it glinted like her mother’s smile.
‘You are the treasure.’
The words resonated in the ear-numbing fluid silence.
Chapter 23
