he Sea Maidens of Dalmatia

The Fisherman’s Fate

The village of Stari Grad was old, older than memory itself. Its stone houses clung to the hills like barnacles, and its people lived by the grace of the sea—fishermen, sailors, traders, all bound to the water.

Nikola Vlahović was one of them, though he had always felt the pull of something more. Unlike the others who took pride in their heavy nets and full baskets, Nikola fished not for survival, but for the solitude of the open water, the endless horizon stretching before him like a promise.

One evening, as the sky melted into a bruised shade of purple, he rowed his small wooden boat past the protective embrace of the bay. The water beneath him was eerily calm, like a pane of glass. Then, a sound drifted toward him—soft at first, barely more than a ripple in the wind.

It was singing.

The melody was not like any song he had ever heard. It carried no words, only longing—an ache that tugged at his chest, as if the sea itself were weeping.

Drawn by the song, Nikola rowed deeper into the unknown. The further he went, the more the air itself seemed to thrum with energy. Then, through the mist that clung to the surface like a ghostly veil, he saw them.

A cluster of figures floated upon the waves, their hair cascading like streams of moonlight, their bodies moving with the tide.

But it was her who held him captive.

Her eyes were not simply blue but ever-changing, like the sea before a storm. She turned her face toward him, and for a moment, time stood still.

Then, as if the night itself had exhaled, the maidens vanished beneath the waves.

Nikola sat frozen, his boat rocking gently, the song still echoing in his bones.

He had to see her again.

The Call of the Deep

Night after night, Nikola returned to the cove. He cast his nets carelessly, knowing he would return to the village empty-handed. The other fishermen shook their heads, muttering that the sea had turned his mind.

But he didn’t care.

His dreams were haunted by the maiden’s eyes, by the song that never quite left his ears.

Weeks passed before she came again.

The night was heavy with mist when he saw her standing at the water’s edge, the waves lapping gently at her bare feet. She did not flinch as he stepped forward, though her expression was unreadable.

“Why do you call for me, fisherman?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I cannot forget you,” Nikola admitted.

She studied him, tilting her head slightly. “You should.”

“I don’t want to.”

A flicker of something—sadness? Amusement?—crossed her face.

“The sea does not give without taking,” she said.

He took another step closer, his heart thundering. “Then let it take what it will.”

For the first time, she smiled.

She reached for his hand, her fingers cool against his skin, and pulled him gently into the waves.

And he followed.

The Kingdom Below

The sea did not swallow him. It embraced him.

Nikola expected to drown, for his lungs to burn, for the weight of the water to crush him. But none of those things happened.

Instead, he found himself drifting through a world unlike anything he had ever known.

The ocean floor stretched out in glittering towers of coral, swaying forests of kelp, and strange creatures that flickered like living stars in the dark.

The maiden—Mira, she told him—led him through the currents with effortless grace.

“This is my home,” she said.

A city rose from the seabed, built not of stone but of something more fluid, more alive—structures that pulsed and glowed, shifting like the tide itself.

Nikola should have been afraid, but he wasn’t. He felt as though he had been waiting for this place his entire life.

And yet, there was a shadow lurking beneath the wonder.

Mira’s kind—her sisters, her queen—watched from a distance, their eyes cold and unreadable.

Humans did not belong here.

And the sea would not tolerate trespassers for long.

The Wrath of the Sea

The Sea Queen’s patience was not endless.

She did not speak in anger. She did not need to. Her very presence was enough to send a shiver through the currents.

“You have upset the balance, my daughter.”

Mira stood beside Nikola, her chin lifted defiantly. “He is no enemy to us.”

The Queen’s eyes, the color of a storm-churned sea, flickered to Nikola. “Is that so?”

Nikola swallowed but did not look away. “I love her.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy as the tide.

Then the Queen exhaled. “The sea has given you time, fisherman. But time is running out.”

Between Two Worlds

Mira knew what was coming.

The sea did not forgive, nor did it forget.

She had chosen him, and in doing so, she had sealed both their fates.

Nikola took her hands. “Then we run.”

“There is nowhere to run,” she whispered.

But he refused to believe it.

When the storm came, they fled to the shore, Mira’s body trembling as she took her first breath of air. Her legs wavered beneath her, unfamiliar and fragile.

The Sea Queen’s voice rose in the wind:

“You have stolen from the sea, and the sea will take its due.”

Lightning split the sky. The tide surged forward, hungry and relentless.

But Mira did not look back.

She chose him.

Love and Loss

At first, they were happy.

Mira marveled at the land—the taste of figs, the warmth of the sun, the sound of dry leaves rustling in the wind.

But the sea never stopped calling.

Nikola saw it in her eyes, in the way she would stand at the shore for hours, silent.

One night, she turned to him, her fingers tracing his cheek.

“I am fading.”

He shook his head. “No. You’re here. You’re real.”

But she was already slipping away.

And so, she left.

Not in death. Not in abandonment.

But in the way the tide always returns to the sea.

Epilogue: The Pearl of Stari Grad

Nikola never moved from the village. He spent his years by the shore, listening for her song.

When he died, the villagers found him with a single pearl clutched in his hand.

A pearl that glowed, even in the dark.

Some say, on nights when the water is still, Mira’s song still echoes along the coast.

And sometimes, just sometimes, the sea weeps for what it has lost.

The End.