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[An introduction to get the action moving, Merperson/Human. Word count: 550]
"WHAT?" the explosive force of the prince's voice nearly shook the foundations of the underwater palace. A shot of silver and blue-green sped through the halls of sandstone and shale, apparently trying to catch up with a figure moving resolutely in the opposite direction. The Fish King, the mighty Halcyone, glanced with exasperation over his shoulder, shifting the hefty trident in his hands as his black, slitted eyes focused on his youngest son. Morgan, dark-haired and pale-skinned, had known since his birth that he was destined for great things. But he had not been informed that he was to spend the rest of his life on the surface, paying a debt his father owed to an old man for some odd number of years. "This is outrageous, father, you cannot be serious."
"Have I ever led you astray, my son?" The Fish King had perfected the gaze that made his subjects tremble; a slight upward tilt, a piercing glare down in the direction of his unworthy opponents, and others would fall to their knees in fear. But Morgan was not a weak-minded servant. He was determined to speak out against the injustice of his situation. Just as he was about to open his mouth again, Halcyone calmly continued, "I made a promise and I intend to keep it. We must honor our traditions and our people by following through with our word. It has been a long time indeed since any of our brethren have been forcibly pulled to the surface and we must keep it this way by giving you willingly to the men that live above our waters."
"That's absurd," Morgan hissed, the black locks of his hair fanning around his furiously flushed face. "You have kept me here under a lie my entire life, and now you expect me to go along with you, traitor?"
"I am your father, boy, and you are a fool to rise against me!" Now the foundations of the palace were really quaking, as Halcyone rose to his full height, bringing his trident down in a frightening display of his powers. But he was only powerful in the waters of his home. He, just like every creature of the kingdom, was at the mercy of the human race. He needed his son to repay his debt, and if he was going to have to force him, so be it. "You are hereby banished! You have no choice but to marry the human offspring of the fisherman who spared me. If you do not, you will meet a swift but painful demise!" Morgan remained defiant to the very last second, staring the three prongs of his father's trident head on as they crackled with golden energy right in his face.
A thousand cymbals crashed in his ears, a flash of the brightest light--and then, nothing.
When Prince Morgan opened his watery blue eyes, he was sprawled out on a hot, grainy surface, the atmosphere was salty and dry, and the sound of the surf coated him in a hazy, dreamlike state. He was disoriented enough to think that he was out of water and breathing air, but haha, that was just silly... The man, covered only by haphazard strips of seaweed and ocean foliage, slipped back into unconsciousness, still laying in the sand.
 Felix-Fiasco · Mon Aug 15, 2011 @ 06:08pm · 0 Comments |
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