The merwoman screamed as much out of fear as of pain. The contractions grew stronger and she felt her daughter emerging from her body like a storm ripping through a forest. She prayed desperately for the childs survival. I cant stand to lose one more. Her husband squeezed her hand as with one last push the baby slid into the water.
The mothers breath caught as she saw the paleness of her sweet daughters face as the cord was cut. The doctor stood staring at the little girl with his mouth twisted in barely concealed disgust.
I cant lose another, the mother muttered. Something is wrong. Help her! she screamed at the apathetic doctor.
He shrugged.
Her heart is weak. Im sorry, but as a sixteen she doesnt have the level of medical coverage necessary to save her. Better off this way anyways.
The mother scooped up her child and brought her soft, clammy skin to her own. She locked eyes with the doctor and spit, I am a one and my daughter will survive. If she doesnt, you will answer to the royal courts. Consider carefully. You know a three wont win against a one.
Elaina hated using the class card. But when her healthy, live daughter was handed back to her hours later, she didnt regret it. Dont ever let anyone tell you that you have a weak heart, Astrid, she whispered, stroking the childs innocent face.
CHAPTER ONE
A strid stared down at her scientific notetablet. She pushed her thin red stylus against the screen, frustration cramping her fingers. Sighing, she looked up towards space through the water, pushing strands of rich, ruby-colored hair out of her face and gathering them into a side ponytail.
She didnt want to move. Her thoughts felt crowded, suffocating and she wanted to sort them out. But she also knew that moving would make her feel better. Besides, she couldnt let two months of work go to waste.
She made herself get up off the assortment of smooth blue and purple rocks that spread for miles around her. The plain of colorful stones felt like it was swallowing her up in its vastness. She could make out only two things; the outline of the city in the distance, and, of course, her six monitoring devices only a short swim away.
Astrid finally reached the stout, waist-high cylinders halfway buried in the smooth pebbles. Reaching out, she touched one. The slight buzz jumped through her hand, and through her body to a lesser extent. Temperature: Just right.
Shed set up these sensors weeks ago to monitor the activity of the core. Something no other Akaytan scientist was doing. The sensors sent out various signals to the core that took readings then boomeranged them back.
Astrid glanced around nervously out of habit. She felt lucky no one had discovered her project. She didnt even want to think about what would happen if the experiment was traced back to her. That was one part of her life she never examined too closely: what would happen if her scientific activities were discovered.
The logical part of her mind knew that she had no reason to be worried about their discovery. No one shed ever known dared, or even desired, to travel outside of Akayta.
A pang of sorrow hit her stomach. At least no one she knew now.
The devices were measuring the cycles of the melions inside the rock core of her planet. This experiment hadnt been done in centuries. Thats what made it so intriguing to her. The melions: particles inside the core that shrank and grew with a rhythm. If that rhythm ever got thrown off kilter, the core would shatter. And if the core shattered, then the center of gravity of the water planet would be destroyed and the water would disperse into space.
Of course, the possibility of the melions getting out of rhythm was only a theory. It would probably never happen. Among other things, she was measuring the cores temperature, pressure, and water content.
Geology had always been one of her favorite branches of science. Astrid spent hours on end in her room, hunched in her closet, studying rock fragments under her portable light. Even though her room was in the center of her large house, and she was the only one living in it, she always felt safer conducting her experiments in her large closet.
Her sister, Effie, was technically the one who owned her dead parents house, but she allowed Astrid to continue to reside there. That was one thing the mergirl was grateful for. Effie had every right as the owner of the house, and a firstborn, to send her to the area fondly referred to as the double digit sector.
She had passed through the sector just that morning. It was small, confined to the boundaries that the royal family set, no matter how the population grew. The cluster of one-room huts sagged so much they appeared to sink into the sand itself. Dark, devoid of variation, crowded. Abandoned children sat caked in salt and mud, absentmindedly drawing in the sand.
A young girl had locked eyes with her as she passed. The hopelessness was as apparent as the dirt on her face. Her clotheslittle more than loose fabricwere too small, and she quickly broke eye contact in fear and shame. The stench in the water was nearly unbearable. Too many bodies packed into a small space.
Shed seen double digits as young as eight and nine years old living there alone. Some parents just didnt want to deal with the shame of having a person of such a low number in their household. So theyd ship them off to the double digit sector. There was no one to take care of them, or the older ones for that matter. Thats why they lived in such poverty. When they were old enough to obtain a job, the work would barely pay for food.
Most people hurried past the double digit sector and frowned on it with scorn. But Astrid wasnt one of those people. She knew she couldve easily been relegated to living there. Most others wouldnt give a second thought to how the outcasts survived, or their responsibility for those living conditions. But Astrid slowed down each time she passed through it, and watched how many of the outcasts, with their meager victuals, would share with the others.
The double digits were always hungry, but most survived. She didnt want to think about how many children would die if that spirit of commiseration wasnt present. And most single digits didnt even care. What was meant to deny their humanity had only amplified it.
She turned on her notetablet and glanced at the timer, which was counting down to the point when all data gathering would be complete.
Ten minutes. She had some time to think.