Esther revealed her trident as she stretched it out to her mother's grave. Lowering herself a bit, she started.
Both eyes were shut as she slowly tried communicating with her trident.
She deepened her eyes even more, tightening her fist to her trident.
Her heart focused, ears and soul opened to get a response from the grave.
In a short while of steady and focused medication, a light sprang up from the grave. The grave was surrounded by pebbles and shells painted dark with some patched colors of tails and pale dresses that just served as a remembrance for her mom.
The light shone even more, causing a disturbance to the class creatures around that spot. Light waves and refreshing energy blew towards Esther. This was when she opened her eyes to behold her mom.
Her name was Patricia. She was a desperate-no-nonsense mermaid who was exactly the replica of Esther. Just like the adage says, “A chicken cannot give birth to a fly.”