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    The Mermaid’s Song
    The Mermaid’s Song
    The Mermaid’s Song
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    The Mermaid’s Song

    By Freya Jobe

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    The Mermaid's Song is a mesmerizing tale of magic, courage, and discovery beneath the waves. When Marina, a young girl who has always believed in the wonders of the ocean, hears a hauntingly beautiful melody drifting from the sea, she is drawn to its mystery. No one else can hear the enchanting song, and as she follows the sound, she uncovers a hidden world beneath the water—a world of mermaids, mythical creatures, and ancient magic.

    Guided by a silver seashell that hums with the same melody, Marina discovers that the song belongs to a mermaid with shimmering silver scales. The mermaid reveals that her song has the power to reveal hidden magic, but it also carries great danger. Dark forces, including an ancient sea witch, seek to control the magic of the song, and Marina must learn to protect the mermaid and the ocean's secrets.

    As a powerful lunar eclipse approaches, Marina embarks on a thrilling underwater adventure to unlock the secrets of the song, navigate treacherous waters, and confront the dangers that lurk in the deep. With time running out, Marina must find the courage to control her own dreams and protect the magical world she has discovered.

    Filled with enchanting sea creatures, mysterious underwater realms, and an unforgettable friendship between a girl and a mermaid, The Mermaid's Song is a magical story for readers who love adventure, mystery, and the beauty of the ocean's hidden world.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFreya Jobe
    Release dateOct 8, 2024
    ISBN9798227104977
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      The Mermaid’s Song - Freya Jobe

      The Mermaid’s Silver Song

      A mermaid’s enchanting song is heard only by those who believe in magic.

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      In a world where magic is often dismissed as mere fantasy, few believe in the enchantments that linger just beyond the edge of reality. But for those who still listen closely, who hear the whispers in the wind and the secrets carried on the waves, there is a melody that calls from the depths of the sea—a song both ancient and powerful. It is said that only those who truly believe can hear it, and once heard, it changes the listener forever.

      Marina, a young girl with a heart full of wonder, has always believed in the possibility of magic. While others dismiss the legends of mermaids and enchanted oceans as children's tales, Marina feels a pull toward the sea, as if something within it is waiting for her. One evening, as the sun sets and the waves lap softly against the shore, she hears it for the first time—a haunting, beautiful song, echoing across the water. No one else can hear it. No one else believes.

      But this is just the beginning of Marina’s journey.

      In the days that follow, she is drawn deeper into the mystery of the Mermaid’s Silver Song. She discovers a world beneath the waves—one filled with magical creatures, ancient secrets, and a kingdom on the brink of collapse. At the heart of it all is a mermaid whose song holds the key to maintaining the balance between the human world and the magical one. But dark forces are rising, and those who seek to control the magic of the sea threaten to silence the song forever.

      To save both worlds, Marina must embrace the magic she has always believed in. She will face dangerous creatures, solve ancient riddles, and confront a powerful sea witch who wants to claim the mermaid’s song for herself. Along the way, Marina will discover that true magic is not just in the songs of mermaids or the mysteries of the deep—it is also within her, waiting to be awakened.

      The Mermaid’s Silver Song is a tale of belief, courage, and the enduring power of magic. It invites readers to look beyond the ordinary and find the wonder hidden in the world around them. Because sometimes, the most extraordinary adventures begin with the quiet belief that there’s more to the world than meets the eye—and a song that only a few can hear.

      Chapter 1: The Whisper of the Waves

      Marina stood at the edge of the shore, her toes sinking into the cool, damp sand as the waves lapped gently at her feet. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of pink, orange, and violet, and the ocean stretched out before her like a vast, endless canvas. She closed her eyes, breathing in the salty air, and let herself be carried away by the rhythm of the tide. This was her favourite time of day, when the world seemed to slow down, and the sea felt like her own secret escape.

      She had always felt drawn to the ocean, as if it were calling her. Even as a little girl, Marina would spend hours sitting by the shore, staring out at the horizon, imagining all the magical creatures that might be hiding just beneath the surface. She had never grown out of that belief. While other people outgrew their childhood fantasies, Marina’s sense of wonder had only deepened.

      She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder at the small beach town where she lived. The streets were quiet now, the shops closing for the evening, and the few people who remained on the beach were packing up their things, ready to head home for the night. Marina’s mother had always teased her about her love for the sea. You were born with salt in your veins, she would say, half-joking. But there was truth in those words. Marina felt it. The ocean wasn’t just a place to her—it was a connection, a feeling she couldn’t explain.

      Tonight, though, something felt different. As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, the air seemed to hum with a strange, almost electric energy. The waves, which had been gentle all evening, suddenly grew still, as if the ocean itself was holding its breath.

      Marina frowned, tilting her head as she listened. And then, faintly, she heard it—a sound so soft it was almost like a whisper, carried by the breeze. It was a melody, haunting and beautiful, like the distant echo of a forgotten song. The notes danced on the air, rising and falling with the rhythm of the waves, and for a moment, Marina thought it was just her imagination. But the longer she stood there, the clearer the song became.

      Her heart raced as she looked out over the water, scanning the surface for any sign of movement. But the ocean remained calm, a shimmering expanse of blue and silver under the fading light. Still, the song continued, filling the air around her, pulling her closer.

      Do you hear that? she whispered to no one in particular, glancing around. But the beach was empty now, the last of the tourists gone. Marina was alone.

      She stepped closer to the water, her pulse quickening. The melody grew louder, more insistent, as if calling her to come closer, to listen more carefully. It wasn’t like anything she had ever heard before—there were no words, just a series of lilting notes that seemed to speak directly to her heart. The sound was both beautiful and sad, as if it held a secret, something ancient and forgotten.

      Marina’s breath caught in her throat. Could it be...? Could the stories her grandmother used to tell her be true?

      She had heard tales of mermaids before, whispered in secret between children on the playground or passed down through old family legends. Mermaids with shimmering tails and voices so enchanting that sailors would follow their songs to the ends of the earth. Of course, no one believed those stories—not really. They were just fairy tales, things to entertain children or add a bit of mystery to the sea. But Marina had always wanted to believe.

      Her grandmother, who had grown up in the same seaside town, had loved telling stories about the ocean. There’s magic in the water, Marina, she used to say, her voice soft and full of wonder. But only those who believe can hear it.

      As a child, Marina would beg for more stories, always eager to hear about the mermaids and sea creatures that supposedly lived just beyond the horizon. But as she grew older, the stories faded, replaced by the more practical realities of life. Her grandmother had passed away when she was twelve, and with her went the last of those magical tales. At least, until tonight.

      The melody was louder now, clearer, and it seemed to be coming directly from the water. Marina’s heart raced as she waded in, her feet sinking into the wet sand. The cold water swirled around her ankles, but she didn’t care. She needed to get closer, needed to find the source of the song.

      The rational part of her mind was screaming that this was ridiculous—that there was no such thing as mermaids or magical songs. But another part, the part that had always believed in the impossible, pushed her forward.

      As she stood knee-deep in the water, she closed her eyes and let the song wash over her. The melody was all around her now, surrounding her like a gentle embrace. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a feeling, something that stirred deep within her soul. And in that moment, Marina knew with absolute certainty that the stories had been true. The mermaids were real. And one of them was singing to her.

      Suddenly, the melody faltered, fading away as quickly as it had come. The waves lapped gently at her legs, the ocean once again calm and silent. Marina opened her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. The beach was empty, the sky now fully dark, and the only sound was the gentle rush of the tide.

      She stood there for a long time, staring out at the water, waiting for the song to return. But it didn’t. The ocean remained still, as if nothing had happened.

      Reluctantly, Marina waded back to shore, her mind racing. Had she imagined it? Had the melody been nothing more than the sound of the wind playing tricks on her ears? No. She knew what she had heard. It had been real. And somehow, she was certain that it wouldn’t be the last time.

      As she made her way up the beach, a glint of silver caught her eye. Frowning, she knelt down and picked up a small seashell, its surface smooth and shining in the moonlight. It was unlike any shell she had ever seen before—perfectly shaped, with a delicate swirl pattern that shimmered faintly as she turned it over in her hands.

      Marina’s heart skipped a beat. The seashell was humming, ever so faintly, with the same melody she had heard from the ocean.

      She clutched the shell tightly in her hand, her mind spinning with questions. What did this mean? Why had she been the only one to hear the song? And more importantly, why had the seashell been left here for her to find?

      As she walked home, the seashell still humming softly in her pocket, Marina knew one thing for certain: this was only the beginning. The ocean had called to her, and she had answered. Now, she just had to figure out why.

      Chapter 2: The Silver Seashell

      Marina couldn’t sleep that night. She tossed and turned under the covers, her mind replaying the events from earlier at the beach. The haunting melody, the shimmering seashell, the overwhelming certainty that what she had heard had been real—it all swirled through her thoughts like a restless tide. She kept reaching for the pocket of her jacket, where the silver seashell now rested. Every time her fingers brushed its smooth surface, she felt a sense of comfort and mystery.

      What was this seashell? And why did it hum with that strange, beautiful melody?

      Her bedroom window was cracked open slightly, letting in the sound of the gentle waves rolling against the shore in the distance. The familiar sound had always soothed her, but tonight it only made her restless. She needed to know more.

      The first light of dawn broke through the horizon, casting a soft pink glow over the small town. Without waiting for breakfast or even changing out of her pyjamas, Marina slipped out of bed and grabbed her jacket, the seashell still tucked safely in her pocket. She crept down the stairs, careful not to wake her mother, and quietly slipped out of the house.

      The early morning air was cool and crisp, but the sun was slowly warming the earth. The beach was empty, save for the occasional gull circling overhead. It was the perfect time for exploring.

      Marina made her way to the spot where she had first heard the melody, her feet sinking into the soft, damp sand as she walked along the shore. The ocean stretched out endlessly before her, calm and serene, as if it held no secrets at all. But Marina knew better. She could feel it in the air, in the water, and especially in the seashell humming softly in her pocket.

      When she reached the spot where she had found the shell the night before, Marina knelt down, her eyes scanning the sand for any sign that something might be different. But the shore was just as it always had been—smooth, untouched, and dotted with bits of seaweed and driftwood.

      She pulled the silver seashell from her pocket, holding it up to the morning light. It was small and delicate, fitting perfectly in the palm of her hand. The surface was smooth and cool to the touch, and the swirling patterns along its edge caught the light in a way that made it shimmer faintly. As Marina turned it over, she pressed it to her ear, hoping to hear the melody again.

      For a moment, there was nothing but silence. But then, just as she was about to pull the shell away, the familiar notes returned—soft, distant, but undeniably there. The song was the same as before, haunting and beautiful, but now it seemed quieter, like it was waiting for her to understand something.

      Marina’s heart raced as she lowered the seashell and looked out over the ocean. Could the mermaid—if that’s what it really was—have left the seashell here on purpose? Was it some sort of message? A sign?

      She sat on the sand, her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared at the shell. It didn’t make sense. People didn’t just stumble upon enchanted seashells every day, and the idea of mermaids was something straight out of a fairy tale. But everything about the last twenty-four hours had defied reason. And Marina had always believed in magic, hadn’t she?

      For as long as she could remember, she’d felt that the ocean held more than what met the eye. Her grandmother’s

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