The flow of each movement was soft and bewitching. It moved almost invisibly, but as it got closer, Isadora could make out its appearance.
It was elegant and ethereal, having a feminine body and fishtail for legs. It had a translucent form as if made of the clearest of sea waters.
Long flowing hair that resembled cascading waves. Eyes like the deep pools of liquid azure, reflecting the ever-changing hues of the ocean.
It was beautiful.
But like the fast-changing skies, its serene look turned menacing as a line pressed into its face, signifying fury, tears like shimmering drips flowed down its cheek.
Isadora felt the aura of death surge. Bubbles fled from her lips as panic bled into her.
The creature's throat blazed, and a high-pitched screech that made the sea shudder was unleashed.
The blast forced her body back, she spun from the unseen force and came to a halt, and her vision blurred.
