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|marissa minerva delmara||
Posted on: Oct 2 2017, 05:57 PM
|leomaris dylan seaward||
Posted on: Yesterday at 12:07 pm
The Little Mermaid
It was not often that the sea king spent time near the shore line. For years, since his wife had died, the Merpeople kept to the depths. Less chance of coming across a ship and being snared by a Fishermans hook. The surface after that fateful day was forbidden. Out of his fear for losing more that he loved, he kept them close. Cloistered away from sight, safe. Yet really he was suffocating them, not allowing them to be free. At least, one daughter thought that of him. He couldn’t blame her, not really, not when he thought back to his own teenage days of disappearing for hours upon end with Athena, his friends. Yet in his stubbornness, his adage, he had forgotten that at the time his daughters were teenagers themselves. To him they would forever be his string of little pearls, yet he had to let them grow up at some point.
He just didn’t think they would have to grow up so soon…
Nowadays he was more near the surface as he was deep beneath it. It was not out of choice, nothing these days ever were. The seascape had changed in the few years since the Darkness descended upon them. One would think that what happened on the land would stay there, that they’d have nothing to do with it and be able to carry on with their lives. That was not the case, and even within the deepest trenches danger lurked in the dark.
It was not the danger that he was trying to escape, he was fighting the danger to make it safe. No, the reason why he skimmed the surface more often was for the Portal. Hope drove him to be near it when he got the chance. Hope that his daughters would come through, come home…. Occasionally he himself would go through, to Haven Hill in the hope of news there. But those visits seem to getting few and far between. Yet seeing Arista again gave him renewed hope and he was crossing more often than he had. Still not frequent for he had a job here, battles to coordinate, but more frequent than before.
Triton was on his way to the surface, knowing that the portal would be there this time. It was not an exact science finding the portal. But it did have it’s fixed points, it was just a case of knowing when and where. Timing was everything. He was already running behind, having been delayed by a skirmish with some infected creatures out for his blood. He defeated them, he was swimming as fast as he could to reach the portal in time. Yet, something stopped him short.
It was just a flash of a fin, but something about it seemed familiar. He slowed down, trident held in both hands, prepared to shoot if need be. He propelled himself through the murky waters taking care not to disturb the creature that was ahead of him near the beach. He pulled up short, a flurry of bubbles surrounding him, escaping his mouth as he gasped. He blinked, and again as he tried to comprehend what he was looking at.
The ghost of his Queen, wife, mother of his children, best friend. “A-athena?” He gasped out in a stutter, at a loss for words.
marissa minerva delmara