Fiorentina
Consider this. Your Cove had been left without a god. At least, it had been left without one for possibly the second time within decades.
Everyone hated you.
It wasn’t like that before. At least, when my father died, the merfolks of Fire Coral Cove had the grace to say, “But she’s a child. She’s in shock. When she realizes that her father is gone, she will cry. She will lament, and her life will be a continuous series of sadness. But her tears will dry up, not even spilling pearls into her mother’s shells or someone else’s coffers. She will be useless.”
Oh, but I realized there were curses to replace the open hate. I was cursed. I was cursed several times over.
Because I had nothing much to lose, I thought it would be best to actively hunt for my killer. It was time to
