The Sea Hag
The sea serpents avoided the creatures that floated on the surface as best they could, but they were now much more numerous than they were when they were young. Over the years it became more and more dangerous to come to the surface. If they were spotted by the floaters they would attack them with strange and dangerous weapons. They stayed in the deep waters of the north as much as they could, but from time to time they had the instinctive urge to mate that could not be ignored, and had to venture into the shallows, and up onto a beach. Dervan and Vannaorm did their best not to anger the floaters, who already seemed to hate them very much. Vannaorm wondered if their kind did not cause the problem in the first place when they began to attack them all those years ago.
Then on a bright and sunny morning, while Dervan and Vannaorm were playfully riding waves towards the beach on a small island, four floaters came out of the sun around the side of the island, and caught the serpents by surprise. The glare of the morning sun had prevented them for seeing the approaching enemy until it was too late ! The first warning they had was when Dervan was struck in the back by a sharp pointed object that lodged itself just below one of his humps. Seeing that her mate was struggling, and in pain, she swam over to him and tried to help. When she saw the pointed object protruding from his back she attempted to knock it off with her flipper. No matter how many times she tried she could not knock it off. In desperation she spun around and swatted at the object with her tail. Her aim was true, and the spike ripped out of his body pouring large amounts of blood into the surrounding waters. Although Dervan was injured he was angry, and wanted to attack the floaters, and drown them. Only when Vannaorm placed herself in between the floaters and her mate did Dervan decide it was time to leave.
The floaters rained down a thick barrage of sharp objects at them as they headed out of the shallows and into deep water. As Dervan came up for one last gulp of air before descending into deep water, he felt something slice along his neck, ripping deep into his flesh, and cutting into the bone of his spine. Dervan tried to use his flippers and move his tail but he no longer had any feeling in his limbs, and began to slowly sink to the bottom. Vannaorm saw that Dervan was in trouble, and tried to help her mate swim. She nudged him, and bit at his limbs gently to try to get him to move his flippers, and his tail, but to no avail. When nothing else worked she placed her body under his, and attempted to lift him to the surface. She could not move him more than a short distance before he slipped off, and sank ever farther down into the darkness of the ocean depths. Vannaorm tried time and time again, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not raise him. Exhausted, she settled next to him on the ocean floor. As she looked into his beautiful red eyes she wished that she were in human form so that she could cry. Dervan held on for as long as he could without breathing. As Vannaorm placed a flipper over his head he released the last of his spent air, and the light went out in his eyes forever.
For hours she remained by his side stroking him with her flippers, and chasing off sharks, and other scavengers, who tasted the blood in the waters around her mate's now lifeless body. When she surfaced for air she let out a shriek of anguish and pure agony that traveled great distances over the ocean surface. Then she would quickly gulp a breath of air and head straight back to the bottom to be with the one she loved. Every time she surfaced she noticed that the floaters were further and further away. Inside of her something was building that she had never felt before. Hatred ! A deep hatred for the floaters was coursing through her very being, like blood through her veins. She wanted to kill them ! Kill them all ! Her hatred for the floaters was muted only by the intense grief she felt over the loss of her lifetime mate, and companion.
The next day Dervan's body began to float to the surface. Vannaorm still did not leave his lifeless body. Where else did she have to go ? As the tide slowly pushed his remains closer to the beach the waves began to play their part and washed him up onto the sand. Vannaorm beached herself next to her love, and in the heat of the sun transformed into human form. When the tide receded his body was left on dry sand. By the time the sun had reached its apex he too had transformed into something of a human form. Vannaorm wrapped her arms around her mate, and whispered gently into his ear : " I will love you forever ! " Then a flood of tears came . Human tears.
She held Dervan tightly in her arms until darkness fell, and then she slowly and carefully dragged his body to the cave where she had raised her young for centuries. Vannaorm dug out a shallow grave in the mud where she had always laid her eggs, laid her mate's body down into it, and covered the hole with mud. She then marked the spot with rocks so she would always remember where he lay. She mourned his loss for an entire cycle of the moon before returning to the ocean's watery depths to feed. The great expanse of the sea was no longer a great playground for her. It had become an empty place filled only with the memories of the mate she would never see again. She decided then and there to leave the water forever, and live with Dervan in the cave on the beach. Every night thereafter, as the moon slowly came up, the island was filled with the echoing shrieks of her anguish and pain. Then one night her wailing was interrupted by a stirring she felt in her belly, that was all too familiar to her. Her mates eggs were growing within her. Along with her eggs there was something else growing within her. A hatred for the floaters that knew no boundaries !
End Part 2
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.
Next : Part 3 : Kill Them ! Kill Them All !!