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Rugby                                                                      Courtney Byrne Transition Year student was presented with a certi cate of excellence in

                                                                                                                                 creative writing in the Senior Category for her essay “Under The Sea” in the John West
                                                                                                                                 National Fantasy Writing Competition 2013.


                                                                                                                                                                  UNDER THE SEA


                                                                                                                                 Her hair  uttered in the light breeze as she strolled down   and  utterly  smitten.  When  she  saw  my  dumbfounded
                                                                                                                                 the warm sandy beach. She waited patiently once more.   expression, she smiled.
                                                                                                                                 Her skin was pale and dotted with dark freckles. I thought   We  swam  through  the  under sea  village,  but  didn’t  get
                                                                                                                                 I heard the wind whisper, ‘a face without freckles is like a   very far before a Melusine mermaid swam up to us and
                                                                                                                                 sky without stars,’ but I must have been mistaken. Finally,   exchanged a furious look with my Merrow tourguide, before
                                                                                                                                 when the sun tipped the horizon she stepped into the cool,   shrieking at me with blind fury. I jumped back with fright,
                                                                                                                                 refreshing sea of blue. Her long, sleek legs morphed into a   and turned to  ee, but it was too late. Before I could blink, I
                                                                                                                                 turquoise scaly tail. She  icked her amber hair from her eyes,   was surrounded by screeching mermaids. From a distance I
                                                                                                                                 combed her hair three times with a blue, coral shaped comb;   could see my amber maiden look at me with a pained, guilt-
                                                                                                                                 then with enchanting grace, dove into the water. This was   ridden expression.
                                                                                                                                 the 7th day I had watched her. Every evening, at sunset, she
                                                                                                                                 would step in the water, comb her hair, and change form,   I was dragged away and chained to an anchor. I shed a tear
          Back Row L – R: Dean Hakoraia, William Ebbitt, Michael Wilson, Tiwani Akinlabi, Stephen Stewart, Killian Tubman, Ruairi O’ Connor,   disappearing deep into the sea. Every evening, at sunset, I’d   in fear of what was to come. Tales of nosy humans getting
          Danny McKeon, Ciaran Flynn, Octavian Carey & Salman Bin Ihsan.                                                                                                             chopped up into pieces by mermaids raced through my
          Front Row L – R: Mark Fuller, Paul Young, Stewart Bell, Paul Galligan, John Clarke, James Crossfield, Philip Speares  & Robert Matthews.  sit here in secret, just watching. Her beauty astounded me.
                                                                                                                                 I was mesmerised. Then every evening, when she’d left, I’d   head and I cursed my luck. A Melusine mermaid with a
                                                BOYS RUGBY                                                                       stay in my place, in awe of what I’d just witnessed.  trident stood guard, callously laughing at my sorrows. I tried

                                                                                                                                 My grandfather told me stories about The Merrow when   pleading with her, but remembered that I couldn’t take, so
           This year it was decided to reintroduce full contact                                                                  I was young. He warned me that they are cruel creatures;   she just prodded my back with her trident, leaving blood
           rugby to the school. In the  rst half of the 20th century                                                             beautiful, but cruel. He told me that they lure young men   stains on my shirt. She wrapped herself around me, teasing
           the Royal School  elded a senior rugby XV. There are still                                                            and women into the deep with them, and enslave them   and grinning wickedly. I tried to push her away, and she
           many team photographs in the front hall of the school.                                                                with Merrow music played below the sea. He told me that   didn’t like that... At all... She shrieked in my face, slashed her
           However this aspect of competitive sport in the Royal lay                                                             if I were ever to meet one, and fall under her spell, I should   nails across my cheek, and spat in my eye. It burned like acid,
           dormant until this year.                                                                                                                                                  and I writhed in pain. She tightened my chains until they cut
                                                                                                                                 steal her comb, and she would become my obedient bride.
           We concentrated on U14 boys and got the services of                                                                   That day, I decided to see if the stories were true. I dove into   into my  esh, laughing every time I winced. I glared at her
           a New Zealander Dean Hakoraia to coach us. We used                                                                    the sea with great speed, eager to catch up with the scaly   with utter loathing. She swam o  after checking my chains
           the schools all-weather pitch plus the facilities of Cavan                                                            maiden, and swam deeper and deeper. I didn’t think about   again. I hung my head and held pleasant memories in my
           Rugby Club to prepare us for our matches. Over 20                                                                     needing air, or getting tired, but somehow I found I didn’t   thoughts. Visions of my beautiful Merrow... I closed my eyes.
           players togged out for the  rst session despite the cold                                                              need to breathe. At last I saw her. Her smooth tail  icked   I felt a tugging at my chains, and quiet sobs. I turned my
           of the evening. This provided us with su cient numbers                                                                before me, and I swam faster. I tried to call out, but only   head  to  see  my  amber  maiden  undoing my chains  and
           to form a solid and competitive squad. Some of our                                                                    bubbles followed. She seemed to notice I was following, and   wincing at every cut she saw. I motioned for her to go away
           players currently play for local rugby clubs but for others                                                           I heard her giggle.                                 before she got caught. Who knows what they would do to
           it was there  rst time to play the sport.                                                                                                                                 her, I thought. But she was persistent. She undid my chains
                                                                                                                                 She stopped swimming and I almost crashed into her. I   and pulled me up to the shore. “W-w-what will they do to
           Our  rst match was against Breifne College in the spring   Not to be left out the u17 girls have also got some tag    looked around me, and my jaw dropped from the sight. I   you?” I stammered. She shook her head sadly and put on a
           term. Ciaran Flynn had the honour of scoring the  rst try   rugby coaching and are due to play an upcoming four       was  in  some  sort  of  town,  and  it’s inhabitans  were  many   brave smile. “Stay here, with me...” I o ered. She smiled but
           for the Royal. William Ebbitt also crossed the line as the   team blitz. We would like to thank Dean for his coaching   di erent types of merpeople. I saw mermaids with two   shook her head again. “I’ll stay on this beach from now until
           newly formed team raced into a 10-0 lead but two late   skills and Mr.Plunkett for organising everything. Roll on     tails called  Melusine, and seal-like beings  called Selkies. I   forever if I have to. I don’t want you to get hurt.” She shed a
           tries from Breifne left the match all square.     next year when we plan to build on this year’ success and           silently thanked my granddad for telling me Irish bedtime   tear, laid a gentle kiss on my lips, and went back down to

           Since then we have played a return game with Breifne   progress further.                                              stories. I scanned the area for my merrow, but couldn’t see   her village.
           and are due to play Monaghan Collegiate in the summer                                William Ebbitt                   her anywhere. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard a   I did as I promised. I stayed on that beach all night long, and
           term.                                                                                                                 mu ed giggle. I twirled around, but she was gone again.
                                                                                                                                 I felt her tail brush against my leg and I shivered. She was   as the sun rose, I saw her. She limped out of the water, barely
                                                                                                                                 freezing cold. I turned around and there she was, about a   able to stand. She was beaten within an inch of her life. I
                                                                                                                                 metre from me. I tried to catch her, but she swerved and   ran to her and helped her walk. “You’re staying with me now
                                                                                                                                 swooped, around me easily, clearly enjoying my growing   and I won’t hear another word about it,” I said strictly. She
                                                                                                                                 frustration. I gave up, sat on the sea bed and folded my arms   managed a smile, a real one this time, and nodded. We went
                                                                                                                                 with my back to her. She swam over softly, sat on my lap, and   home and lived long, happy lives together.
                                                                                                                                 put her pale, webbed  ngers on my neck, kissing my cheek.                                Courtney Byrne
                                                                                                                                 I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, yet again, I was completely





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