Turul was a merman that longed to be more than just tied to the see. He wished to see the world for what it was. His waters were his home but the land was calling his name. Everyday a flock of ravens would fly over his home under the water. He would rush to the surface, gaining speed and sliding through the water till he broke the surface to join them in their flight for a mere second till his body fell back into the water. The ravens just mocked him with their cackles as his body plunged back down.

The Gods took pity on the poor soul and granted him raven wings to match his blackened tail. With the ability to fly, he took to the air to soar over the water, his tail dragging across it, the weight from it not giving him much flight. He pulled up higher forcing his tail to leave the water’s rim. The Gods must have been smiling down on him for as he flew above the water toward the shore his tail began to dry. The scales that covered him from the waist down began to ache.

He took a nosedive into the grass a few feet from shore his wings wrapping around his chest to cushion the fall. He clawed at his tail as his scales burned. He began to crawl toward the sandy shore gasping for breath as his gills struggled to breathe.

His tail started to split down the middle slowly. Soon his lower body was bathed in small black scales that hugged tightly to a pair of human like legs, small fins sticking out of either side of his thighs and knees. His feet were also covered in scales, although human like there were fins extending out from where his toes should be. His gills closed but did not fade away.

A strong heaving pain came from his chest, as he looked at his newfound legs in wonder. It wasn’t pain from lack of oxygen but rather from it. He could breathe on the surface, through the use of his new lungs. His heart was filled with joy as he struggled to stand on his new legs. His first steps weak making him stagger back and forth, not liking the feeling of trying to walk he took to the sky. It was easier to fly now; he didn’t have the weight of his massive tail holding him down.

He flew all over the place till the sun began to set. He returned home diving back into the water. Upon the entry into the cold water, his human lungs began to close and his gills open. His legs came together to reform into his tail. With the speed of his massive tail behind him again, he closed his wings placing them firmly against his back to become more streamline. He found peace at last. He wasn’t confined to the ocean or the land. He could live in both, as he wanted, truely free.

He swam through the water with ease, doing summersalts and backflips around the coral. With a laugh he swam straight through a school of minnows, making them split down the middle. He turned over onto his back watching them scold his playfullness. A playfull, "Sorry," left his lips as he turned back over and continued his play.

A few more circles in and out of the coral finally calmed him down. He floated on his back, his arms behind his head as he gazed up at the surface of the water. The moon was starting to come out and shine down. The light eluminating the delicate coral and rocks near the surface that he longed to bask on.

He swam toward the surface quickly, the rock coming into view. Pushing himself up with his tail he wrapped his arms over the rock and stared at the beauty of the moon. His tail moved up out of the water curling up beside him. He sighed softly and laid his head down on the rock, his tail changing back into legs and his lungs opening.