Ariel's Power: Homeland

An offbeat retelling of the classic Hans Christian Andersen 'blue tale' of a wishing mermaid with a 'complex' rebound.

A 'dark' adaptation of The Little Mermaid (Hans Christian Andersen). Happy Summer, 

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Now, Ariel had become quite the precocious deep-sea dwelling mermaid creature of great singing and lovely yellow hair and fair eyes with a fantasy of collecting 'magic' minerals from Earth-world and finding a human prince to marry after 'transforming' herself into a human female, without her family discovering, but first, she wished to consult with her seagull friends on the beach about finding some cool shiny-black 'magic' rocks (Obsidian).

She decided at long-last to consult with the deep-sea witch (Ursa) of suspect dark magic who'd afford her a human body with a term-contract, that she'd be required to find a human prince to marry in short-time lest her soul be forced to drown in the sea and therefore become part of the witch's 'account-ledger' of failures, but Ariel consented (wow). Now, Ariel was sea-basking above water for one last-sunset...as a mermaid.

ARIEL: "I've discovered my fair-Earth prince (Amlan Satan) and will take the contract (for a 'social-media' culture photo-celebration after this 'final' sunset examination for my own spirits)."

This 'Earth-prince' Ariel consented to go under contract with the deep-sea witch was a Princeton man named Amlan Satan who loved linguistics and abstract art and GI-Joe patriot-comics, a 40-something inheritor of fortunes and Wall Street 'big-winner' who'd certainly 'warrant' a daring mermaid's ultra-challenge, and he therefore drew the 'valiant' Ariel to transformation and wished (now!) to discover what kinds of Earth-world 'social-media culture' activity Prince Satan was linked to in Princeton, perhaps with other Homeland (America) intelligentsia (hmm).

AMLAN SATAN: I got this amazing patriot-adventure comics about deep-state terrorism in the final hours of a post-WW age of great traffic securities 'paranoia' and find myself with the 'treasures' to make my own tales (now), but perhaps I might (just) find a 'wife-queen' to share my 'estate' with now in New Jersey (ha).

Yes, Amlan had it all, and he lived with his mother, Queen Nina, in New Jersey (United States) and was about to get a 'fair-courage' encounter with Ariel, who was now a fully 'transformed' human female with legs and everything, ready to become that 'wife-princess' she was told (by Ursa!) Satan was seeking (earnestly!), and she presented herself as a 'jogger' running-by his house one Saturday early-AM and has just moved into a youth-hostel, and she'd hoped to find a 'dashing' friend after moving to the Homeland from her native-Holland (wow).

ARIEL: We've been dating (now) for 1 full year now, Satan, and I 'require' marriage!

SATAN: I'm sorry, really, Ariel; but I've met a gorgeous Princeton area teacher (Ezzy).

ARIEL: Incredible; you've no 'conception' of the levels of hostel-hellmouth I'm in now.

SATAN: Go back to Holland...find a 'good' life in your native-Earth, Ariel darling.

ARIEL: Who the heck's this 'Ezzy' teacher-lady hawk of yours, Prince?

SATAN: You're everything I thought I wanted (now)...but Ezzy's a genius.

ARIEL: Alright...I leave you (then) to your social-media 'buzz' with intellectualism.

URSA: So, you've failed, no?
ARIEL: I have, you awful water-witch of contract-chess!

URSA: You must drown now...I'll make it painless (certainly).

ARIEL: Alright!

Poor poor Ariel, our legendary 'heroine' of valiant quest for doomed Romanticism in Earth-world in this time of great traffic and social-media 'expressions' of intrigue/dangers, who'd find love-eyes only to be confounded by the 'evil serendipity' of traffic in New Jersey (Princeton). Her 'dark' prince (Amlan Satan) had chosen someone else, this 'genius' teacher-woman named 'Ezzy' who (apparently) drew his heart for intellectualism now. Ariel kissed her photo of her 'Prince' (black-white) before drowning. This was a tale of omens, more than one of unrequited heavens, and perhaps Amlan would keep this secret (from others on social-media!).

URSA: Damn; Ariel's near-trophy would've cost me evil prestige; perhaps I'll 'reform' my contract-chess custom with a 'humbled' sense of altered-beast consciousness...and never-again offer my 'service' to a spirit of rather 'radiant' courage (ha).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)