"Take this," the silver of the knife glints in the moonlight, "you will have to slice his throat before midnight."
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She had seen him on a ship. Hair flying majestically, eyes glinting with the ocean and crown hanging from a rope tied to his pants...
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Hearing the news that I had to kill... again, was not pleasant.
How could it be? I had killed my father for selfish reasons. I had convinced myself that he would not mind because he was making his baby happy.
Encouraging his baby to be assertive just like he always preached.
I was certain that my deceased mother would wipe a tear while I killed my father but she wouldn't mind. She too would do anything for true love. Would even defy her common fish folk by marrying a prince.
Just like I had betrayed the mer-kind by killing their king. All for my prince.
The prince who I now had to kill before midnight.
But first, I had to get help. There was no way I would be able to roam the earth with my zombie tail.
At least for some consolation, I had one leg... or foot.
It was hard to tell what it was, but after I killed him I would have both legs and no more zombie flesh.
If there is more fish in the sea, why wouldn't there be more princes on land?
