HAVE WE GOT A DEAL?

Lyra turns to face the sea witch, she feels rage boiling within her, but keeps it within. "You have my mother's soul in your possession." She says. "I've come to trade for her freedom."

The young mermaid swims towards the cave, shivering as the water around her becomes strangely warm, sickeningly so. Her blood is boiling with a mix of fear and anger and she's come to make things right. Her light pink tail brushes something cold and smiley and she looks down, covering her mouth to keep from screaming as she sees the souls ensnared to the ground. She tries not to cry as she swims forward, ending the witch's lair.

"Why thank you. I do think I am around eighteen or nineteen. I haven't aged since I became what I am." She grinned.

"I'm not much of a child, persay. I am ten thousand years old after all. Hardly a child." She looked at where her nails would be, if her hands were not gloved. "Nothing more than an interest."

She stares at the memory, her heart pounding. The best day of her life.... But... But she'd always have memories of her father... One day... One day so Tobias could live. She'd experienced one death too soon. Not again."Yes. Yes, we do."

Becca regards the sea witch carefully, watching her every move. A memory, really? That couldn't be all she wanted. But with Tobias's life in the balance, She began to think. Her fondest memory. Oh God... She knows."The day before my father died."She didn't know he'd been so sick, he'd never told them. He took her and her mother to the beach. They'd spent the day playing in the water, they even had a barbecue that night. She'd been so tired afterwards, she'd fallen asleep in her father's arms.

Becca swallows. She knows what she's about to say will seek her fate. But Tobias needs this medicine. "I have very little to offer," she says, trying to keep herself from shivering as the sea witch comes closer. "But so long as you save him, I'll pay you whatever you wish. I'd give anything to keep him safe."

*Becca stares at the woman before Her, forcing herself to remain calm. She would have preferred to have not appeared afraid, but she couldn't help it. Eventually, she finds her voice and steps forward. "My name is Rebecca and I've come to you because I know while your price is steep, your magic is strong. My friend..." She takes another breath, "My best friend is close to death. The doctors can't help him anymore and he's only getting sicker. I need a potion that'll cure him.