Carmel closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tried to steady herself. She could feel the pressure of the mermaids' gaze on her, their golden eyes watching her every move. But more than that, she could feel the weight of her own past calling at her, the importance of the moment not being lost to her, Carmel understood how important the current situation is.
Yet within her heart sone kind of calling came, a representation of sort, whispering into her mind that perhaps this might be a pivotal moment in her life where a change could happen, the foreign connection she felt with the boy in front of her coming forth. This wasn't just about appeasing the mermaids—it was about something deeper. It was about finding herself, about understanding the connection she felt with the boy in front of her.
The first few words came out as a whisper, soft and hesitant, but as the harp melody enveloped her, she found her voice growing stronger, more confident. She began to sing:
