So, here am I with a new fanfic, which is my first foray into the H2O - Just Add Water series (unless you count my Mako Mermaids - An H2O Adventure fic, given that, since the third season premiered, Mako Mermaids counts even more as part of the H2O universe because of the H2O character featured in it).
As I hope the summary left clear, this story is about Charlotte and my vision of what she may have been up to since the last time we saw her in the series proper. I know, I know, she's a villain, but in fairness to her, I believe that it is possible she could change her ways.
On a different vein, this story is also set in the same universe as my Mako Mermaids fic, 'Seas Of Change', an universe that I titled 'Shifting Tides'. I made it a part of the same universe because that's how I conceived it at first, and also because I had enough issues with the third season (fourth on Netflix) of Mako Mermaids to not be willing to change it. Please note that I mean no disrespect to those who liked the season - I'm just saying I didn't like it some parts of it myself.
Now that all is said and done, let's begin.
Chapter 1 – "Super-Mermaid" Returns
It looked exactly the same as it did the first time she saw it under the same conditions.
It was a circular pool of seawater, connected to the sea outside by an underwater tunnel and to the island above by a passage one could easily get hurt sliding through, with a circular volcano's crater showing the starry sky several metres above, and a source of light that those who were particularly sharp or dwelt on it long would say it was not natural. With everything she knew about the place, she would have no problem agreeing with such a statement.
Still, the place was mostly unremarkable in appearance. And yet, it had enough power to make those who fell into it at the right time experience untold magic. She, Charlotte Watsford, knew it well enough, because, for all of a lunar month, she had also enjoyed the kind of magic this place had to give.
Charlotte smiled as she thought of those days. It had been the best time of her life. She had been able to swim faster than any fish, hold her breath for an eternity from a human point of view, and do magic of a kind she had never dreamed could exist before. This place had helped her to, for the first time in her life, truly feel – and be – special.
But then, almost a month ago, those three blasted girls, who had no right to the magic they possessed to begin with, had taken hers away.
Charlotte clenched her fist, her face disfigured into a snarl at the memory of them holding her over the moon pool like a piece of meat over a shark's mouth. She didn't know which one of them she hated the most. Rikki with her dry remarks that reminded Charlotte of everyone who had ever called her fat, Emma with her attempts at making peace that only conveyed how much she wanted Charlotte to be gone, or Cleo with her sneaky attempts to ruin things between her and Lewis at a time when she had been insisting that she and Lewis were done. Cleo probably took the cake, if only by how she had ended up taking Lewis back even though she had treated him like crap just because he dared to like any girl other than her, but thinking of any of them made Charlotte's blood boil, and thinking of all three of them at the same time made it boil three times as much.
Fools! Charlotte thought, her blood boiling at the recollection of that moment. Blasted fools!
And she wasn't even thinking that only out of spite. Cleo, Rikki, and Emma truly had been fools. After all, they had to live their lives extremely carefully because of their magic, as Charlotte knew from personal experience. A drop of water on their skins at the wrong place at the wrong time could ruin their lives forever. And yet, by taking Charlotte's powers, they had handed her the chance to snitch on them and not suffer any consequences for it on a silver platter. They only thought she wouldn't do so because of the promise she had made to Lewis.
Charlotte couldn't help a smile at the thought of him. Lewis was so adorably naïve. For all his insistence that he had liked Cleo more than her and the firmness with which he'd told her to return her grandmother's locket so he could give it back to Cleo, he had only asked her once whether she would keep the girls' secret, and had accepted her reassurances that she wouldn't do so without blinking. He had even wished her luck before going away.
To her own surprise, Charlotte hadn't been lying when said she would keep the secret. Even now, for how much she was boiling with anger at the mermaids, she had been unable to seriously entertain the idea of telling their secret to anyone. Whenever she did, her mind started coming up with awful scenarios of bloodied slabs of mermaid scales on laboratory tables or of the girls floating inside giant glass urns full of formaldehyde. She might hate them, but her hatred didn't go that far.
Then again, maybe it was also the fact that Charlotte had a plan to recover what she lost, and part of her recognized that, her disgust at those thoughts aside, it would be dumb to put herself in peril without being absolutely sure that her attempt wouldn't work.
So she had played nice and waited for the right time, doing her best to either ignore the girls at school or to give them polite smiles when ignoring them was impossible. It had been gruelling; she had spent half the time looking at the watch and the other half looking at the calendar, her nerves building into a fever pitch. Add to that the difficulty of getting to go out on a school night and the nervousness at the fact of potentially being spotted by Lewis or the three mermaids, and Charlotte was ready to slam her head against the walls. But tonight, it would all come to an end. Tonight was a full moon, like on the night she had gained her powers. Maybe if she jumped into the moon pool once the water started bubbling and the sparkles started rising, she would recover her powers. If she recovered them, she could teach those three a lesson.
It would be a long shot, she knew. After all, the kind of full moon that had taken her powers was one meant to take them away forever. But for all she or anyone else knew, her grandmother Gracie, the only one known to have used that method to get rid of her powers, had never tried to recover them. Of course, she had no idea why her grandmother would give up something as awesome as this and never try to get it back, but her point still stood: it was possible that the 'forever' Max and Lewis had mentioned would only last until the next time she fell into this or any other moon pool while a full moon was passing overhead.
She wished she could know for sure, but she hadn't dared to talk to Max since the day Cleo had almost been eaten by sharks at Drayton's Reef. On the rare times she had as much as seen him since then, he had given her a very disapproving look that made her want to find a hole to hide in. Talking to Lewis was also out of the question, especially now that the three mermaids were again able to push Charlotte around. All she had to go on was her own guess and her hope that her theory was right.
So, repressing her urge to pace, she stood by the moon pool, her arms folded, and waited for the right time to jump in.
By the time it finally arrived, Charlotte had been going crazy. Her arms had been jammed under her armpits for who knew how long just so she wouldn't chew her nails off in nervousness, and in spite of her determination not to do so, she had ended up pacing so much that she was surprised she didn't end up knee-deep in volcanic rock.
But the moment the golden-green specks of light started to rise toward the volcano's crater, while the water underneath bubbled as if it was boiling, Charlotte couldn't help but stare at it, mesmerized. She had seen it before, but still, she couldn't help but contemplate it again. Perhaps this show always had that kind of effect on those that were (still) human.
Stop that! Charlotte told herself, shaking her head like a wet dog. You're here to recover your powers, not to wax philosophy!
Bolstered by the thought, she raced off to the pool's edge and dove in headfirst.
The feeling was exactly the same as that of two months ago. Although the water looked like it was boiling, it was at a perfect temperature for a person to be in, enveloping her like a warm bath. Her whole body tingled as what Charlotte now knew was magic flowed through it, and the blue beams shining down on her caught her eyes as if they were hypnotizing her, leaving only the vaguest awareness that something was happening to her.
The familiar force she had felt taking root in her body two months ago settled inside her just as it had done back then, rather than probing at her and retreating like she had been afraid it would. Charlotte smiled vaguely in the midst of her magic-induced trance. As far as she could tell, everything was going the way it should.
When the moon finally vanished from sight, Charlotte grinned toward the spot where it had been. To the best of her estimates, her plan had worked. She needed a good night's sleep to find out for sure, but as far as she could tell, within hours she would once more be the super-mermaid she'd always had the right to be.
Several hours later, Charlotte woke up to the incessant beeping of her alarm clock.
As on most mornings, she rose from the bed with a groan, her covers sliding off of her into the foot of the bed, her head heavy and her mind drowsy, today even more so than on most days because of the lack of sleep last night.
I guess this is why most parents don't like their kids going out at night on school days.
But it wasn't as if she'd had a choice. This full moon had been on a school day, and there was just no way she would wait any longer to see if it was possible to recover her powers or not.
My powers! Charlotte thought as she jumped off the bed and bolted toward the bathroom. I have to see if they came back!
She shoved the bathroom's door open when she got there – and slammed it straight into her mother's nose. Her mother groaned and put her right hand to it, her left one clutching the towel she had wrapped around herself after her bath.
"Sorry, Mum!" Charlotte said. "Sorry! I didn't know you were there!"
Her mother whimpered for several seconds, the noise muffled by her hand over her nose. When she lowered it, Charlotte saw that her mother's nose was as red as a tomato.
At least it isn't bleeding.
But that thought didn't make her feel any less bad.
"What happened, Charlotte?" her mother asked. "Why the hurry?"
Charlotte tried to say something, but all she managed was a prolonged hum. After all, she couldn't exactly tell her mother that she was in a hurry to see if her mermaid powers had come back after all.
"I thought for a moment that I woke up later than I actually did," she said. "I guess I must still be half-asleep."
Although she took long enough to reply to leave doubts about her answer's plausibility, her mother chuckled fondly.
"See?" she lightly scolded as she jabbed a manicured finger toward Charlotte. "That's why I told you not to go out last night."
"I know it's not a good thing to do," Charlotte replied. "I just needed it last night."
She tried to speak in a light-hearted, airy tone, but her mother's assumed expression was immediately replaced by a concern frown all the same.
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
Charlotte tried not to look away.
"No," she replied, hoping she had managed to sound indifferent. "Nothing at all."
Her mother's concerned look did not fade in the least. "You know that if you're having problems, you can talk to me, whatever those problems are."
Charlotte reflexively started raising her hand to put it on her mother's arm, but changed her mind when her arm had barely twitched. If she had indeed gotten her powers back, she couldn't get wet now. If she put her hand on her mother's arm she'd be digging her own grave.
"Thanks, Mum. But really, I'm alright."
"Is it still because of Lewis?" Her mother insisted. As if she'd realized something, she added, "I know I'm not the best at giving relationship advice, but if you want to talk, I'm ready to listen."
Charlotte wished she could say it wasn't because of Lewis, but it wouldn't be a convincing lie. Not that she had any true hope of taking him back – Cleo had clearly corrupted him beyond hope with her mermaid wiles – but in a way, Lewis had been the one who made everything possible. Even if her plan had been unsuccessful, she wouldn't have become a mermaid to begin with without Lewis, even though he'd never actively helped and most of the time tried to work against it.
"I told you, mum, I'm fine," Charlotte insisted. "Really."
In spite of her reassuring tone, her mother's concerned face remained in place. However, she did not ask anything else, and, after a few seconds, her expression became more normal.
"I'll pretend I believe you until next Tuesday," she replied. "Now hurry up, or you'll be late for breakfast."
Charlotte nodded as she stepped aside to let her mother pass. Then she walked into the bathroom herself and locked the door, just to ensure her mother wouldn't barge in unexpectedly. Then she plugged the bathtub and put the water and the bath salts in.
This was it. In less than a minute, she would know whether her desperate plan had worked or not. She either had gone back to being a super-mermaid or she was doomed to remain the plain old Charlotte who was teased for her weight and who was only even remotely remarkable because she was good at drawing.
She reached out toward the bathtub, but then stopped. If her tail came back while she was standing up, she would fall over and end up getting hurt. She'd better actually get into the tub, and she'd better take off her pyjamas before she did so. In case her plan failed, the last thing she needed was to have to explain to her mother why she'd gotten into the bathtub fully dressed. Having to explain why she'd gone back to baths after her return to showers would be enough.
So that was what she did, trying to ignore the way her heart wanted to hammer out of her chest.
For ten whole seconds, she lay in the bathtub, staring at the foam on the surface, and with her hammering in her ears even more than it had during her wait last night.
Then, her whole body froze for an instant, and a familiar tingle went through it. When it ended, she felt and saw that all of her had changed. And the most obvious of those changes was the golden orange tail sticking out of the bathtub and wetting the floor.
Her eyes twice bigger than usual, Charlotte blinked repeatedly. Then, when the tail was still there, she raised her arms and whooped in joy.
It worked! IT WORKED! I'm a mermaid again! Yes! Yes! Yes! Those three thought they could take it away, but now I'm going to show them!
Her join then faded some, as something came to her mind. If the 'forever' Max and Lewis had mentioned really wasn't forever after all, then why had her grandmother never tried to recover her powers? What had been so bad about being a mermaid for her that she would just throw her tail away and never even try to get it back? Sure, having to avoid water all the time could be a bother, but other than that, everything about being a mermaid was awesome. Why did her grandmother think differently?
Charlotte cast the thought aside. Whatever her grandmother's reason, it was a secret she had taken to her grave. Her mother had never known about her grandmother's mermaid side, and again, Charlotte couldn't exactly ask Max. For better or for worse, she'd have to deal with never knowing.
It was better if she focused on the things she could know. And one of those was whether she had also recovered everything else that came with being a mermaid. Sure, she already knew she had gotten her tail back, but she still didn't know if she had gotten all of her powers back. For all she knew, she might not be able to freeze a single drop of water, or swim at a snail's place, or hold her breath for an even shorter period than she did as a human.
But she had her ways to figure it out most of those things right now. After all, she was surrounded by water.
Where would she start, though? With breath-holding, with temperature control, or with water manipulation?
Maybe the breath-holding. That had been the first thing she tried out with her previous transformation, and even with all her magic, it had still been the thing she loved the most – to swim underwater for an eternity amongst the corals and the sea animals.
Her mind made up, she slid forward in the tub so she would have room to lean backwards and then lay back on the bottom of the tub, her eyes closed because even mermaids didn't like bath salts foam in their eyes.
For a few seconds, fear threatened to overtake her, but then she relaxed and, in no time at all, realized that she had indeed gotten at least one thing back. As she did, she lay in the bottom of the tub, her eyes closed as she again pictured herself swimming in an endless ocean amongst fish rather than alone in a tile receptacle.
She came up long before she ran out of air, but still after having spent at least fifteen minutes underwater. She smiled as she pushed herself backwards to rest her back on the tub's surface, and then tried to levitate some water upwards.
The process went exactly as when she had tried it before she – now temporarily – lost her powers. A cube of water about the size of an apple slowly rose upwards, until it was about a metre and a half above her.
One more thing she had recovered.
Then she tried to make the cube of water she was levitating grow bigger, as slowly as possible so she wouldn't do anything that potentially alerted her mother. The cube of water grew and grew until she was holding at least twenty litres of water compressed into a large cube.
Her smile widened even more. She had recovered at least three powers. Now which one should she check? The freezing power, or the heating power?
Charlotte settled for the heating one. If she froze the water first and then tried to boil it, the cube would explode and almost certainly damage the bathroom, not to mention it could hurt her along the way. All things she wouldn't want to have to explain to her mother, not to mention to any hospital she would need to go to if she got seriously hurt. She might hate Cleo and her little mermaid friends, but she had realized they were right on one thing: if she got exposed as a mermaid, she'd be cut up and looked at under the microscope.
So, she started boiling the large cube of water she held up above her head. It evaporated away until it was about the size of a shoebox. Now it could be frozen – if she still had the power, of course.
Feeling as if she had ants crawling around the insides of her veins, Charlotte tried to freeze the cube of water. It lasted a bit longer than she was used to, probably because she'd never frozen water that she had previously heated, but after a few seconds, the cube of water was a giant ice cube. Now smiling so wide that her cheeks hurt, Charlotte applied a final touch, and the ice cube shattered into thousands of pieces that hailed down into her bathtub.
She kept smiling, feeling her determination to show those three little mermaids a thing or two become iron hard. Even if she hadn't recovered her super speed, which she had no way to know in the bathtub, she already had most of her powers back. Each of her usages of magic had been exactly as she remembered them from last time. Once Cleo and her little friends were hit by her powers again, they would regret ever having taken them away to begin with.
A quake on the bathroom door broke her from her thoughts. Charlotte shook in startle, some of the water spilling out of the bathtub. Then there was a series of knocks.
"Charlotte!" her mother called. "Did you not hear what I said? Your breakfast is already cold! Hurry up and get dressed or you'll be eating so late that you'll also be late for school!"
Right. She had to go to school. That wouldn't change just because she had gotten her tail back.
"Coming!" she replied to her mother.
If only she was a born mermaid! Mermaids didn't have to go to school for sure.
But they also wouldn't have a lot of things about land that she liked, like muffins or art or movies. For the most part, having been born and grown up as a human was not bad, even if losing her tail after gaining it had been awful.
It didn't really matter now. She had her tail back, and once school was out, she could see whether the one thing she still hadn't checked – her super-speed – also had returned.
And then, those three idiots would do well to watch their backs.
School crawled by slowly enough to make a slug look like a Formula One car. Charlotte spent all of with her mind lost in her eagerness to find out whether she had also recovered her super speed and in all sorts of imagination exercises about what she would do to Cleo and her friends.
To her own surprise, she had problems coming up with anything concrete. While she had spent a month vowing to get her revenge if she managed to recover her powers, now that she actually had gotten them, she seemed unable to develop anything concrete.
On the other hand, she certainly was able to call the attention of every teacher at the day's classes, given how she lost count of the number of times she was told to pay more attention in class. It got her into a particularly big spot of trouble when she managed to end up with twice as much maths homework as anyone else in her class.
Her mother wouldn't be happy about that when she found out.
But she could live with it. She had her tail back. A bit of extra maths was nothing, even if it was her least favourite subject.
And like the month she spent waiting for the next full moon, her school day also came to an end. As soon as it ended, she went back home to put her bags away, and then she hit the water to check the last thing she had been unable to at home.
Like with all the things she had managed to check in her bathtub, the one she had to confirm at the open sea had returned. Every bit of Charlotte's super speed had come back, and she made full use of it.
If she had to guess, she made it to Mako Island in record time, and managed to swim laps around the island far faster than she had done before. Some of it might be her mind playing tricks on her after she had spent a while without having super speed, but her mind wasn't so deceived as to put all of the super-speed there. Like all of her other mermaid talents, it had returned, and if she kept at it, she probably would be able to become even faster.
Once she finished her laps around Mako Island, she started a slow swim through the reef, an awed look on her face.
Everything was as mesmerizing as she remembered. The sunrays dancing through the water, the vibrant corals that blazed around her, the schools of fish swimming majestically… it would make for the best painting ever, if there was an artist who could truly capture it. Charlotte considered herself decent enough, but there was no way she could capture a hundredth of this beauty.
There was no need anyway. Now that she had her tail back, she could come here every day if she wanted to.
Happier than she had been since the day of her first transformation, she kept her swim through the reef, occasionally doing so beside the creatures around her. Among others, she rubbed her hands along the shell of a green turtle that moved placidly through the water, poked her finger at regal tangs that looked much surlier than Dory from the Finding Nemo movie would suggest for their species, and swam underneath schools of grey reef sharks that she could swear were giving her the side eye. The only animal she had to stay away from was a blasted dolphin that approached her for a few attempts at biting her before she drove it away with a barrier of bubbles. An edge of guilt prickled at her when the animal swam away in a clearly panicked state, but for the most part she was glad to see it go. It reminded her far too much of the one Cleo looked after. Cursed things. Maybe some thought that mermaids were meant to be friends with them, but just the idea of being in the water with one made her twitchy. Something about their hyperactivity and invasiveness put her on edge, and that other dolphin's attack on her had only made it worse. Sure, Cleo had said he liked her, but as far as Charlotte was concerned, that must have meant he liked her taste and wanted a mouthful or several.
Fortunately, the dolphin was the only unpleasant part of Charlotte's swim. When it came to everything else, she felt as if she was swimming in paradise.
The feeling lasted for all of an hour, until she met a sight that made her slide to a halt.
Less than five meters away from her, with only a dull red coral outcrop between them, Cleo, Rikki, and Emma floated in the water, looking at her with such gobsmacked faces that one would think they had seen a white shark with its face made up like a clown's and its body stuffed into a tutu.
Charlotte smirked, not even caring about repressing it. She had thought Cleo's face when she saw her after her first transformation was hilarious, but it didn't hold a candle to seeing the faces of all three of them with eyes the size of tennis balls after she had recovered her tail.
If there was anything that could make her day better, this was it.
Eventually, one of them did manage to recover. Her gaze as burning as her powers would suggest it was, Rikki pointed rigidly at her, and then at the water's surface. The meaning was clear: they needed to talk.
Charlotte made it a point to shrug indifferently. She wasn't worried about anything these three might have to tell her. Still, she might hear what they had to say. It wasn't as if they could do anything about her tail now.
So she swam toward the surface, the other three mermaids following her. Their heads broke through the water at approximately the same time. Charlotte kept her smirk in place; the other three now looked more normal, but kept silent.
After a while, one of them at last managed to speak.
"Had a relapse, did you?" Rikki asked, somehow managing to make her question sound biting in spite of its tone.
Charlotte's smirk widened. "It wasn't a relapse. I just went and took my tail back."
Rikki rolled her eyes and let out a loud groan. Emma uttered a rare curse; which one exactly, Charlotte couldn't understand through her clenched teeth. Cleo simply looked on in horror.
"How?" Emma asked, her eyes so narrowed they were mere slits. "Did you just go into the moon pool and dive in while the full moon was passing overhead?"
Her smirk still in place, Charlotte deadpanned, "Brilliant, Holmes."
"But you were meant to have lost your powers forever!" Cleo shouted.
"I guess that the 'forever' meant only 'until I got back into the moon pool at the right time'."
To prove her point, Charlotte raised both her hands above the water, levitating two basketball sized spheres of water as she did so. Keeping herself on the same position only with impulses from her tail, she first froze the water sphere over her right hand, causing it to shatter into tiny grains that rained down on the sea. Then, she boiled the one above her left hand until it was a mere cloud of steam that the wind dispelled in less than a second.
"See?" Charlotte chirped as she lowered her hands.
She doubted any of the girls would look more horrified if she told them she had missiles aimed toward their homes and had just fired them. Served them right. They should be afraid. Because as soon as she figured out how to get her revenge, it wouldn't go easy for them.
Again, Rikki was the first to recover her speech.
"It doesn't change anything. You're still on your own."
For the first time since she'd surfaced, Charlotte's smirk vanished, replaced by a glare.
"Believe me, after what you did to me, I wouldn't want to be a part of your little club," she growled.
Looks of utter disbelief appeared on the other mermaids' faces.
"What we did to you?" Emma echoed. "You mean what you did to us!"
"You started it," Charlotte ground out. "I can list quite a few occasions when you were needlessly petty to me before I did anything wrong to you."
Rikki, wonder of wonders, actually surged forward and seized her by the shoulders.
"And that makes what you did to us alright?" Rikki shouted in her face. "Because of you, Cleo almost ended up as chum for the sharks on Drayton's Reef!"
Charlotte winced. It took every bit of effort on her part not to actually look down. That had to be the one thing she had ended up doing that she wasn't proud of to any level. Oh, she hadn't regretted putting Cleo in her place, or taking the locket that was rightfully hers, but knowing she had almost died… even then, it made the bottom of her stomach churn.
Rikki looked like she wanted to push her under, but then Emma and Cleo pulled her back by her tail, their gazes as wary as an ordinary diver's were when looking at a shark.
"Well, don't look at me as if I told her to go there in the first place," Charlotte replied, her chin tilted up.
Rikki again surged forward in an effort to tackle her, but this time Emma held her back.
"And when you locked us up in the pool room stuck in our tails?" Cleo countered, her own eyes now also narrowed and her voice quiet with anger. "Do you have any justification for your innocence on that as well, or are you ready to call it the abhorrent act of evil it truly was?"
Charlotte again tried not to look down. That one had just been a huge stupid moment of her own. Like she had realized, if Cleo and Emma had been exposed as mermaids, whatever happened to them would have happened to her. She would have ended up like the girls did in those visions of her – processed for analysis or stuck in a giant jar to be gawked at.
In an effort to mask her thoughts, she smiled with fake sweetness.
"It's so much easier for you to paint someone else as the villain, isn't it?" she asked in a deliberate sickly sweet voice.
Well, those three were the villains as far as Charlotte was concerned. And sooner or later, they would be punished, like villains ought to be.
"Villain or not, you'd do well to remember one thing," Rikki warned, again with a burning glare on her face. "We beat you once, we can do it again."
Charlotte's eyes narrowed.
"And you remember this: I learn from my mistakes. I won't be dumb enough to try the same trick twice."
This time, they said nothing in response. Good, because Charlotte was done talking to them.
"Until next time," she said.
Before either of them could reply, she dove, turned around, and super sped away from the other mermaids while she resumed her efforts to come up with the most elaborate and painful plan for revenge she could.
So... the first chapter comes to an end. I hope that you enjoyed it. I apologize if it was a bit slow at times, but it was kind of needed given the nature of the plot. Conversely, I am also aware it may have been a bit fast in that Charlotte recovered her tail from the get-go, but her not recovering her tail was never meant to be an issue.
I know that the way for her recovery of her tail was a bit cheap and non-dramatic, but to the best of memory, we never learned whether the 'forever' that Max meant was really forever or whether it would only last until the one losing the powers fell into another or even into the same moon pool.
I also know that I am still portraying Charlotte as villainous, however, please remember we're only one chapter into the story. To those of you who want her to change, please stick around for a bit longer. For those of you who prefer her as a villain, I'm sorry, but I reiterate this is not one of those stories.
Also, for those of you who also like Mako Mermaids, I invite you to take a look at my 'Seas Of Change' story.
Until next chapter.