Melody lived in what the land people called the Agean Sea, and when sailors would encounter her, she would ask them only one question: “Is Alexander the king alive?” If they did not answer, “He lives and still rules.” She would be spurred her into a rage, where upon she transformed into a Gorgon and killed every sailor onboard. They cried for mercy from Thessalonike, but she knew not why.
As the sun set, Melody continued to swim around the empty Greek ship. The last of the sailors had jumped to their death well over an hour ago, but she was hesitant to leave. Sunset was her favorite time of day. It was the changing of the guard in some ways. The sea creatures of the day slowed to rest in places they hoped were safe as the creatures of the night rose in search of dinner. A few more circles and then she would follow the sun.
Melody felt no pity for the sailors who had just died, even though it was her song that enticed them to their doom. It was her nature. Does the sun feel guilty for rising, or the whale for the plankton it eats? Of course not. It is their nature to do these things. The legends were not true about her people eating the sailors they lured to the deep. The corpses simply fed the fish, as the fish fed the sailors who caught them. It was all in circle of life and death. The wheel of the ecosystem that the whole world revolves on.
Another circle was the one the planet made around the sun, and the pull the of it on the sea. Every creature of the sea understood time in a way that was totally foreign to land dwellers. The pull of the sun was so different at each point in the circle she could tell exactly where the planet was in the sky. Its tug was so subtle compared to the frantic pull of the moon. It was like comparing the low note of a bass cello to high note of a violin.
She had been told each of the big circles around the sun was called a year, and that the females of her kind lived for ten thousand circles. She had only heard legends of the mermen from her mother, for her father had died while she was an infant. She knew the names of all the other merfolk, but she did not seek their company. There was Aycayia in the Caribbean, Mami Wata in West Africa, Merrow of the Lochs, Rusulki of the Bearing Sea, Jengu of Cameroon, and the three sisters who carried the news among her kind. They were Nereid, Oceanid, and Naiad. She had heard rumors of Melusine in the waters of Japan, but no one had spoken to her in the past thousand or so years. Nine maybe ten of her kind in all the volume of the oceans on Earth.
Maybe that was why the land dwellers seemed so shocked when they saw her. It was obvious that they didn’t believe she even existed, though they seemed to know of her. That was even stranger, because all of them would die upon seeing her, or at least they would when they followed her song to the bellies of the fish in the sea. Some must have escaped, that could be the only explanation. She must be mindful that none of hers escape for it was their belief that to eat of her flesh would give them immortal life. The sweet melodies of her song would guide them overboard, leaving their meals half finished or stopping whatever they were up to mid-stream.
Little did she know that many sun circles in the future, the land dwellers would blame the effects of the songs of her kind on magnet anomalies of places like the Bermuda Triangle and the Dragon’s Triangle. They still would not believe that her kind exist, but they also thought the Coelancanth fish had been extinct for sixty five million years.