The Keeper of the Vanishing Glass Part I

I yawned, and got up. It was still dark outside. The sun would rise soon outside my house; a house upon the beach with no neighbors. I liked it that way. People thought I was crazy to live alone. To me crazy was normal. I had salt water in my veins, so I could never stay away. Dolphins would appear as I got out of bed, as if we had the same sleep cycle. I would hear their calls in my head since as long as I could remember. IT was natural to me by now. Come out, play with us, they'd say through our mental bond. I always did as they told which was why I didn't have many friends. Even my parents left to go North, away from my freakishness. I'd seen doctors when I was little but they didn't understand me. I got a ton of diagnoses. I started talking to dolphins when I reached kindergarten. I heard whispers from my peers until I was told to leave. No one wanted me since unexplained accidents followed me everywhere. Once I cried thinking I was cursed. Now, as I stood on the beach, on my 16th birthday, I saw something glitter on the shore. I walked over and pick it up. It was a weathered-down, smooth piece of glass. I read about these, and never found one til now. It was deep emerald green, like my birthstone; being born in May, that is. I had shells on every wall in my house; I guess it's what you call an obsession. I rolled the tumbled glass in my hand, and felt my fingers tingle. Strangle! I put it deep in my pocket, and pulled my hand out, noticing a blue sheen on my finger tips. It glowed, brightly. As I walked towards the sea, not knowing why, I noticed soon I couldn't see the shore line. A voice in my head sung: "the heart of the sea, as smooth as glass, let the full moon rise at the sacred hour, the girl will learn then of her power..." The lyrics were one I hadn't heard before. I heard a splash, and looked but didn't see what made it. Confused, I walked back to the house. That night was hard to sleep. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door downstairs, but I wasn't afraid when I pulled it open. wind blew inside, filling the room with the salty scent I grew up around. I closed the door, and saw the fireplace was lit. By the carpet, was a man. Before I could speak, a picture formed in my mind. It was of a mermaid singing to me, as a baby lay in her arms. She was chanting something in a strange language, setting the baby gently on the sand, and swimming away. As the image left, the man was gone. The door was still closed. I wondered if this was real; looking down. At my wrist I saw a bracelet filled with oddly colored glass charms. It wasn't there before, but it was lit up, and my hand was entirely blue.