Partie 1: Elle élèvé le bébé d’une sirène des années plus tard……

- If you like, can you help me to take care of my child? I want him to live as a normal human. The story opens in the clart of a certain of the African tribe, aboard a river where the calme seems almost sacred. Amara, a woman whose life is made of simplicity and love, is accrued in the air in the heart of Rosé. She brings a traditional serenity around her size, and holds between her hands a sharp end. Like every morning, she came to the water necessary, to her little house, before the heat of the sun becomes too heavy. But this day, the mirror of the water rises. A strange frim in the surface, creating waves that don't look like anything unknown. Soudain, a surging vision of the depths. At qualinda, a mysterious siren reflects the changing, and emerges from the flames. In her arms, she brings an envelope of an anti-suited white and glittering. Amara, cési, by a primordial terror, recule, but the distress in the eyes of the creature, the immobilizes. At qualinda, she complies with Amara to take care of her child for she can live a human existence. The compassion leans on the fear. Amara defends her face, and receives the child, sitting on her hands on the fresh air of the world. Without a word of addition, at qualinda, she defends in the abyss, leaving behind her a train of light, and a woman whose life comes from a barren, never. Amara keeps the arrival, forgetting her face on the earth, the heart beating around her. She walks towards the village, she meets this little being, who tells her everything. As she approaches the first rooms, the silence is on her passage. The men stop discussing, the women leave their dead, and the children are in trouble. The village becomes an immobilized tribunal, the murmurs are late to get up. Where this baby comes from? Amara was not pregnant on the day of the day. Suspicion, such a training of dust, embraces the conversations. Face to the present interrogations of the villagers, Amara chooses the silence or the male protector. She closes in her little hole of darkness, she has no milk, no money, no power to raise this child. She contemplates the baby, knowing that this is also a burden. The night falls, charges of mystery, and Amara realizes that to protect this little life, she will have to fight a secret tie around her. She sits on a net, looking at it lost in the darkness, asking how to nourish the child that the invisible world comes from her trust in the milieu of poverty. While the disbalminess of Angluthir Amara, a spectral lure illuminates the walls of her house. Aqualinda reappears under a diaphan form and deposits on the ground a white ball with a cover. She explains to Amara that this ball is a source of infinite richness. She suffers from pronouncing the monstrosity for the money to appear. Before Amara can answer a question, the appearance is vanilla. After an old village between Sous-Sonneux, Amara, brought by a maternal nurse, she sure that the mother of the child is a hospitalized parent and very suffering. The man remains, sceptical, but without arguments. Stay alone, Amara approaches the magic ball. She sees it tremble when she asks millions of narrows to come to the need for a new birth. In addition to the cover, she discovers the liars of unbeatable billets. This is a miracle that confirms her new destiny. She can buy all the necessary, but she understands that this saddened rich woman should be justified with prudence. Her life has formed a precious balance between the material prosperity and the constant threat that represents the discovery of the natural origin of her daughter and her fortune.