The Ireem Chronicles

Return of the Fishes

Day had broken when soon enough we hear the cry of Mer, yet this time, strangely, was not a cry for help from their beloved nemesis pirate-slavers, it was a rather melodic invitation to all for a gathering of sorts at the Isle of Mers.  With the words "Curiosity Killed The Cat" nagging me at the back of my mind, i decided to make my way there in human form.

Upon arrival, i was greeted by a mix of joyful chatter and playful giggling from a small party of Mer folks, a rare sight for a while now.  Albeit friendly welcomes from most, standing knee-deep in water(not exactly my favourite element) and surrounded by this small army of fishy beings i hardly ever encounter and at such close proximity too, i was panic-stricken until a few other non-Mers arrived.

The meeting started off with a call unity of all Mers for more effort to protect the waters and to organise more activities to bring life back to it, including non-Mers, although one cannot help but wonder if the intention is all amiable, for there are tales of sirens feasting on humans and flaunting their vicious nature with pride.  However, the Mers deserve to be given the benefit of doubt for what follows is an excited discussion of various fun activities including possibly a Dance Ball in the waters for the entire Kingdom!  We shall all have to wait til concrete plans are put into place before revealing more details in this discussion, and then surely a proper announcement would be advertised in the Kingdom's most reliable newspaper, The Ireem Chronicles.

The next heavily discussed agenda was food, or the need for more food within reach for the Mer folks.  Their hungry eyes got me all nervous again, and i was ever so glad to hear the timely chorus of greetings to our dearest Sultana who arrived along with her palace escorts.  It is our fortune to have a kind Sultana who would so generously lend her support with her presence at this meeting.  It is also reassuring to know our kingdom's ruler is keeping in check of such gatherings.  The meeting resumed but a sudden loud splash and we heard our Sultana calling for help, and immediately she was brought safely back on land by swift reaction of the few Mers splashing about with their pretty tails.  We'd like to think our Grace was 'testing the waters', and hopefullly satisfied of the outcome.

As the meeting continued, more curious non-Mers appeared including Princess Page who seemed to be safe or momentarily free from her recent accidental brush with an ancient spirit.  The Mer King Yayoo's magical charm had
everyone dancing hours after the meeting, and it was late evening that we all started making our way home.  Walking away from the Mer Isles with pruned toes, i morphed into kitty form in order to take the short cut and get to my dinner soonest possible and to report my findings to dear ole boss editor Lord Kito.

We shall all look forward to what the Mer Folks have to offer in the near future!

Written by Roaming Raving Reporter Moon


P.S. Editor note: Remember, fishes are friends, not food.