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Ariel swam back to her grotto that night and wept into the shells. Flounder nuzzled her arm. “You still have your dreams,” he said softly.

Not the kind that grows on vines in beanstalk kingdoms. This one was a shard of a dying star that had fallen into the sea a thousand years ago. The merfolk called it Solfyre Ignis , the Sun’s Tear. It looked like a ruby rose, perpetually blooming, and it was warm. In the crushing cold of the deep trenches, that warmth was a legend. ariel fire flower

Ariel looked down. The flower on her ankle was glowing, yes. But she wasn’t burning. She was warm . For the first time in her life, truly, deeply, dryly warm. Ariel swam back to her grotto that night

But King Triton had eyes everywhere. And Sebastian, bless his nervous heart, had a conscience. Not the kind that grows on vines in beanstalk kingdoms

Ariel’s blood went cold. She hadn’t known. She’d thought the warmth was joy. But now she remembered—on the tenth second, her skin had prickled with heat. On the thirtieth, her gills had ached. On the sixtieth, she’d smelled something like smoke rising from her own hair.

He did not know whether to weep or be proud.