Chapter 3 Wilde wide open eyes as human
Mía slowly wakes up in her new apartment, the gentle glow of the morning sun filtering through the white curtains. The room reflects a mix of simplicity and warmth, with modern furniture and details that show she now lives alone: a minimalist-designed lamp, potted plants, and framed photographs that seem to tell small fragments of her life. Although her memory still holds the feeling that she arrived there as a gift from her father, the secrets surrounding her siren origins and the responsibilities that come with being Jupiter’s guardian remain hazy, like distant echoes she has yet to fully understand.
She gets out of bed with a slight yawn, stretches her arms, and looks around without entirely understanding how she arrived at this place. Her routine as a human is still very new—a world of sensations, sounds, and customs that sometimes feel overwhelming and too big to grasp. Every day, upon waking, she feels as if she’s exploring uncharted territory, and deep inside, a spark of intuition whispers that there are things she still doesn’t understand, fragments of her past waiting in the shadows, ready to be revealed in their own time.
With that sense of mystery, she decides to go to the beach, seeking a kind of inner clarity in the vast blue horizon and the constant sound of the waves. She walks barefoot on the warm sand, feeling how the water caresses her feet and how the sea breeze clears her thoughts. The beach, with its simple and eternal beauty, seems to have something to tell her, as if it were a portal to answers she doesn’t yet know how to find.
As she walks, her thoughts focus on her future: what to study, which talents to explore, how to find her true path in a world that sometimes feels too big and unfamiliar. She considers options like singing, which has always been a secret passion, or fashion design, which makes her dream of creating beauty and style. The idea of building a life in this small paradise fills her with hope and determination, but also with a deep curiosity about who she truly is and what role she plays in the destiny of her world.
In the sand, the sun shines intensely, and the rhythmic sound of the waves accompanies her thoughts, creating a sense of peace and reflection. It’s there that, suddenly, a young man with an infectious smile appears: Skytilz, a friend she’s met in this place, always willing to listen and share stories. But also, at that very moment, Mía notices something else: the presence of Charlie, the cat rescued from the ice cream shop, who has now become her inseparable companion. Charlie, with his clever gaze and playful attitude, seems to hold a secret of his own, a mysterious link to her past that she has yet to fully understand. His green eyes seem to hide stories beyond what his words or actions reveal.
As she strolls alongside Skytilz and Charlie, Mía feels an inexplicable connection with them, as if their destinies are intertwined by invisible threads.
The friendship that blossoms between them brings her a sense of security and hope, and the idea of starting a new life in this little paradise fills her with determination.
But deep inside, the memory of being a guardian of Jupiter and the existence of her true origins remain hidden, waiting for the perfect moment to emerge. For, unbeknownst to her, Mia carries within her the legacy of a mermaid that she will never cease to be, and the forces of destiny begin to conspire so that she may discover the truth that will change her life forever. Charlie smelled like oranges, like the smell of the foaming, calm ocean under the stars, and his purrs conveyed calm and peace, and reminded to Mía, for some unknown reason, of being in the depths of the sea.
Later that afternoon, the sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, casting a golden hue over the shimmering waves. The trio reached the new ice cream store by the beach—a charming little shack painted in pastel colors, with a line of cheerful umbrellas shading their outdoor seating.
Mía’s eyes lit up as she looked at the colorful menu board.
“Ice cream,” she declared softly, a grin spreading across her face. “I love ice cream more than anything. It’s like a little piece of happiness in a cone.”
Skytilz chuckled. “Well, today’s your lucky day. I heard their mango sorbet is out of this world.”
Mía nodded eagerly. “Next time, I want to try that too. But today, I think I’ll go with vanilla and maybe some sprinkles.”
Charlie leaned on the counter, watching her with a gentle smile. “You really do love ice cream, huh?”
Mía turned to him, eyes shining. “It’s the best. When I’m feeling down, a scoop of ice cream makes everything better. It’s like magic.”
As they waited for their cones, Mía looked out at the shimmering waves, then turned to Skytilz with a playful glint in her eyes. “You know, I’ve been thinking about something. I love ice cream so much because it’s like... a little escape. When I have it, I forget everything else for a while.”
Skytilz nodded thoughtfully. “That’s the beauty of simple pleasures. Sometimes, they remind us of who we are—happy, free, and alive.”
Mia sighed dreamily. "I wish I could live near the beach forever. I feel the ocean calling to me, that I belong here," she said to herself, and suddenly thought, "Maybe there's more to my life than I could ever remember." She pondered this, her gaze fixed on Charlie's beautiful, intense green eyes.