Miriam was wierd.

She was strange.

Nothing ever seemed to make sense around her...

The weather, was one thing. It always seemed to match her mood, following her biddings and even pushing her away from danger. She didn't understand it. She never understood it. But no one noticed so she kept it to her. Locked away into the back of her mind, never to be resurfaced. Why should it? It's not like anyone would believe her or she'd understand what was always happening around her.

Miriam was a sixteen year old girl. She had dark purple hair that rolled past her shoulders and piercing blue eyes that were sharp enough to cut through steel. She was rather small and timid. A shy smile on her face at the best of times. She was invisible to others in public thanks to how silent she was, but she was okay with that. She'd always had been. It was just part of her life. The whispers, the stares, teasing. It was all good. Cause she was Miriam Jones, the quietest kid in town and she valued her alone time.

Miriam loved to swim. She loved to dive. Paddle and splash. Feeling the water embracing her slim body as she swam through the waves. Having no care in the world. But maybe she should. Maybe she should've had some care because here she was lying in a seaweed bed ten dozen feet beneath the service staring down at a green tail with wide eyes of shock and horror.