The Mermaid's Call

The salty water burns as you gasp for air, finding none. Restraints made of slimy, glowing seaweed dig into your wrists and midsection, pinning you to a rock. Your head throbs, your throat is raw, and the taste of the ocean fills your mouth. Around you, in the dim, eerie light of a hidden cave, shadowy figures dart through the water. Feminine voices whisper in a language that feels both alien and strangely familiar.
"She has awoken," one voice hisses. You tug at the restraints, but they only tighten, whatever they are connected to holding firm. Looking down, you see the bright pink of your sleep shorts peeking out from the purple wrapping. Panic begins to bubble in your chest, competing with the nausea.
Then, a figure rises from the water before you. She is beautiful, but unsettling, with pearls adorning her head and scales that sparkle. Her eyes, almost reptilian, fix on you.
"Oracle," she states, her voice slow and hard. "If you do as we ask, we will set you free."
Oracle? You barely croak the word, confusion mixing with the terror. You died. You were supposed to be recovering. How did you end up here, held captive by creatures you only just encountered?
