She clutched the scrawny fish tightly between her razor sharp teeth. Her heart raced as she clung tightly to the side of the skiff. She hated to do it, the nets were very...

...expensive and very dear to the surface dwellers...

...but it was the fisherman's fault. They had broken with tradition. They had broken the word, the treaty of their ancestors.

Men were not to fish in the "fairies cove".

That belonged to the "Fairies". The fairies counted on the fish of "the Fairies cove". They needed those fish!

For generations the people of the local villages kept away from the cove. Passing the tale from generation to generation, keeping the old peace alive...

...until the 1960's, when the old beliefs, the belief's that kept the treaty alive faded away. The locals walked away from the belief in the mythical. Shunned the existence of the "fairies" that their ancestors had so deeply held for so, so long. So they stole into the "Fairies cove", and day after day they plundered the fish that sheltered there.

Now some sixty years later food was scarce for the few selkies that chose to remain.

Erin was among the last who chose to remain. It was a choice that cut her off from her family and most of her dearest friends. It was also a choice that would lead her on a collision course with man, and with her destiny...