The princess had to tell her stories. It became less and less about finding and being with her fellow adventurer, that would happen anyway, and became more and more about reuniting with her finned people. They were calling her, more than ever. They missed her voice. They had heard her that night she sang from the mountain, and an entire civilization had awoken. She tried to hide, tried to take it slow, but love would not let her. Simply because she was now an ape with no fins, didn't mean she could escape who she was.

Her stories were a part of her, they were not fantasy, they were not myth, they were truth. Everyone was waiting to start the tales again, they all waited for her so that they no longer had to live in fear. This princess was no ordinary being, she was love, in full physical form. Her song would change entire perspectives, perceptions, would make the darkness run for the hills. She was the siren, sailors crashed their ships when they heard her song, her beauty, and they simply could not keep from rowing towards her. Her songs came from the stars, the light, the energy they sent. She did her best singing when it was dark, to help others know that there was never anything to fear, that everything was real, that we are all alive.

It became important in her new life to learn how to sing, to regain her siren voice, so she could awaken everyone's spirit. She would remain restless until this was accomplished. Luckily, she grew stronger day by day, and love not only guided her, love shone through her. Everywhere she had a presence, she changed lives irreversibly, those who met her would never be the same, and would forever be inspired for generations upon generations. She missed her people, they missed her dearly, they knew she was back, they knew she was preparing for reunification, but they still missed her so much and vice versa.

They would pop their heads out late at night in hopes of seeing her, but they had to be careful. Fishermen were too consumed with capital, so they continued to hide and longed for the day they could come out of the depths. They knew that day was soon, they all felt it. The princess had a ton to do, lots of singing, lots of deep diving, she'd be damned if she could not see her people again.

She remembered the fins, the webs, the fast swimming, the deep water, the breath holding. She missed all of it so much. She remembered that day she swam completely naked in the ocean guided by the full moon. One of the finned folk had seen her, and decided to swim with her. She felt a sense of peace and beauty as she waded in the water. Her friend told her a shark could have eaten her, but she knew better. Though she hadn't seen the finned person who loved her, she definitely felt them. They knew each other, and they swam together, there was a reason the princess had loved to swim so much since she could remember.

Her people had come from the sea, myth was not myth, and she wished the land dwellers would cease to believe in it as such. Her people depended on her, they depended on the land dwellers to believe. The princess just had to figure out how. The princess had an idea, but she also knew that she wasn't the only character in this tale. The princess had never been alone, and everyone was growing stronger.