From within the inner chamber of Oke Olokun, god of the ocean depths and mysteries, a slender spout of water glowed with an inner luminescence, flowing steadily into a beautifully carved basin fashioned from polished ẹja omi (mother-of-pearl), harvested from the nearby coast.
The basin's edges were etched with intricate motifs: intertwining Ase symbols symbolizing divine energy, and the stylized Opon Ifa divination tray, evoking the presence of Ifa, the oracle deity.
The water shimmered with the same ethereal light—an iridescent glow reminiscent of Mami Wata, the water spirit worshipped along coasts and riverbanks, embodying both healing and danger. The air was cool and humid, heavy with the scent of wet stone and faint traces of fragrant Efirin (calabash seeds) burnt as an offering.
Jacqueline swam toward the basin with reverence, her movements fluid and graceful like the Omi Ara—water spirits said to dance beneath moonlit rivers. She retrieved her ornate seashell bucket. She held it beneath the glowing spout, the water filling the bucket with a soft, whispering sound like the distant echo of Oju Oko, the sacred river drums calling in the night. The liquid radiated a gentle warmth, a gift of Ase, the divine life force.
Turning to Leonotis, who stood at the edge of the pool, eyes wide with fascination, Jacqueline's voice was hushed with awe.
"This water," she said, "possesses potent magic. It is omi mimọ, purifying and cleansing. It can undo certain harms—spiritual wounds that no ordinary medicine can touch." She held the bucket protectively. "The specifics I must keep secret for now. And Leonotis…" Her gaze sharpened, earnest and fragile, "you must not tell Low about my true form. Not yet."
Leonotis, still slightly breathless from witnessing her transformation, nodded solemnly. He had never seen a mermaid before, only heard fantastical tales. He hadn't felt a flicker of fear, only wonder at her beauty, and the power that radiated from her.
"I… I understand," he said, his gaze sincere. He was curious about her secret and the magic water, and he knew Low would be too, but he sensed the importance of Jacqueline's request. He would keep her secret, even if it meant biting back his own questions and Low's inevitable inquiries. The trust that had begun to form between them felt fragile, and he didn't want to jeopardize it.
With a soft shimmer, like moonlight rippling across water, Jacqueline's shimmering scales receded, her powerful tail splitting and reforming into two slender legs. She swayed slightly, catching herself on a moss-covered stone.
"Does that… take a lot out of you?" Leonotis asked, watching the transformation with a mixture of awe and concern.
Jacqueline nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Maintaining the human illusion… it's a constant drain. Like holding back the tide. Right now…" She pressed a hand to her chest, a faint luminescence flickering beneath her fingertips, "I barely have any mana left. Enough for small spells, perhaps, but nothing substantial."
Leonotis frowned, a thoughtful expression on his face. He considered the sheer power Jacqueline had displayed even while hampered by this constant drain—stopping a river, healing their wounds. Just how potent would her magic be if she wasn't always fighting against her own true nature, constantly expending her energy on a disguise? The thought was staggering. A fully powered Jacqueline… she could probably move mountains, or maybe even sink them.
They began to explore the cavernous space of the hidden shrine, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint, lingering aroma of the magical water. Moonlight filtered through cracks in the ceiling high above, casting eerie shadows that danced across the smooth, water-worn walls. They called out, their voices echoing in the vast emptiness, searching for any sign of an exit.
Meanwhile, outside the mountain, a different kind of transformation was taking place. Low, her senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree, caught the unmistakable scent of Leonotis—a unique blend of earth, green magic, and, yes, a lingering hint of unwashed boy. Mixed with it was the distinct, salty tang of Jacqueline. A primal growl rumbled in her massive golden chest. They were close.
Her powerful legs propelled her forward, the earth trembling beneath her enormous paws. She followed the scent trail, her massive head low to the ground, sniffing the cool night air. The scent grew stronger as she reached the base of the Water Mountain.
With a frustrated roar, she slammed her immense weight against the rock face where Leonotis's scent was strongest. Stone cracked and crumbled. She hit it again, and again, the mountain groaning under the assault, until finally, with a deafening crash, a gaping hole appeared in the solid rock, revealing the dimly lit interior of the hidden shrine.
Low, the magnificent golden werebear, stood silhouetted against the opening, her nostrils flaring as she located her missing companions.
Jacqueline gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as the massive golden bear filled the cavernous space of the hidden shrine. Its eyes, though a startling amber, held a wildness that sent a shiver of primal fear down her spine. She instinctively backed away, her hand reaching for the water still swirling in her seashell bucket.
"Jacqueline, wait!" Leonotis's voice, though laced with concern, held a note of recognition. He stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the bear.
"Look." He pointed to a few tattered scraps of fabric clinging to the bear's thick fur, remnants of Low's familiar, if somewhat worse-for-wear, tunic.
"It's Low. It has to be."
Jacqueline's wide blue eyes narrowed, studying the bear more closely. The sheer size was still terrifying, but the tattered cloth sparked a flicker of understanding. Leonotis's unwavering certainty calmed her initial panic.
"The… the werebear cub," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "When it attacked Low… it must have been a curse."
Leonotis nodded grimly. "That father said it was his son's first transformation. Maybe… maybe the magic was unstable, and it passed something on to Low." He turned to Jacqueline, his gaze hopeful. "This water… the water you just got from the spout. Could it… could it break the curse?"
Low, still disoriented and overwhelmed by the shift she couldn't fully comprehend, watched them warily from where she'd collapsed near the entrance of the tunnel. Distrust for Jacqueline still simmered within her. When Jacqueline approached, the seashell bucket held aloft, Low instinctively recoiled.
"Stay away from me with that stuff," she growled, her voice still carrying a residual bestial rasp.
"Low, please," Leonotis pleaded, stepping between them. "Trust me. Jacqueline wants to help. This water… it feels different. Pure." He looked at Jacqueline, his eyes conveying his earnest hope.
Hesitantly, Low met Leonotis's gaze. Despite her ingrained suspicion, she saw genuine concern etched on his face. He had never steered her wrong. With a deep, shuddering breath, she nodded slowly, a sliver of trust overriding her fear.
Jacqueline approached cautiously. The glowing water in her seashell bucket pulsed with a soft, inner light. With a gentle murmur of ancient words, she slowly poured the water onto the massive golden bear. The effect was immediate and startling. The thick fur seemed to ripple and dissolve like smoke in the wind. Bones creaked and shifted beneath the disappearing hide. The immense bulk began to shrink, the golden hue fading to the familiar tanned skin of Low.