She turned. Rising from the water was a mermaid with flowing turquoise hair and a tail that sparkled like crushed sapphires.

"You remember," Kylie said, smiling sadly. "Good. Because I need you, Barbie. Oceana needs you. "

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The sun was melting like honey over the shores of Malibu when Barbie felt the strange pull again—not in the water, but inside her chest. A shimmering warmth, like sunlight trapped in a seashell.