Once upon a time...

There was a girl with hair of a deep crimson and eyes a deep sea blue

Her body was slim and usual

Until her tail of some strange sea-creature began at her waist

Ariel, her name, wanted nothing more than to escape the deep blue trenches.

It was not until she found a reason to leave that she did

He was a man

Unlike any other

So she dealt with that sea witch.

Legs sprouted

Her tail was nothing

As she swam to shore the witch took back her words

Ariel was sucked into the vortex of a neverending whirlpool

Her deal had been a lie

She was no longer

She would never be

She would never walk

She would never love

That is the demise of those who trust witches

That is the demise of those who beg to be too close to the sun.