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Seaduce Me: Damien the Little Merman Part 1

I have been playing a lot of Seduce me the Otome lately and it started a creative brainstorm I couldnt stop, so I made this. if people like it I think I may post more. This is my first fanfic I’ve ever posted publicly so please be gentle. I didnt know where else to post it. Any advice or comments would be appreciated. please enjoy

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Characters from Seduce me the otome, Created by Micheala Laws @vamichaelalaws Damien originally portrayed by Jonah Scott @immrtransistor

Note: Merman will be used as the generel term like "Demon" while Siren is the specific species like "incubus".

Seaduce Me: Damien the little Merman/Siren

Part 1: Prologue-Chapter 7

[Part 2]

Prologue: Up Where They Talk

Blood. A constant horrific everyday element in a sea of death and misery. It was called the Decaying Sea for a reason after all. The smell drenched the atmosphere in an unending metallic stench. The taste of the crimson liquid of life seasoned with the salt of the ocean depths was always on the back of one's tongue. It never dissipated. The entire underwater kingdom was tinted in a rusty red color from which no forsaken water breathing inhabitant could escape from. One certain siren in particular had the worst of it : the bastard son of the Sealord, whose illegitimate existence was constantly on the brink of being extinguished. He was born with an ability his father, mother and himself saw only as a curse: the ability to read minds. To make matters worse, it was an ability he couldn't control. The poor merman was constantly bombarded by the cruel and clamoring thoughts of every fish and foe that was even remotely nearby. His only bit of warmth and comfort came from his half-brothers who protected and loved him unconditionally. They were the only specks of light in his enless darkness that kept him going. However, his brothers could not be there for him on this particular day.

His eldest brother Raestrao, who gave him the fatherly affection that was denied to him from birth had so many responsibilities as the heir and favored son. His duties had drawn him away as they often did. His second elder brother, Uzaeris, was a charming siren who perfectly fulfilled his duties as a sea dwelling seducer. He was being strictly tutored by his mother in the- art of enthrallment and song under her watchful eye. The third brother, Aomaris, was a rebel who did as he pleased. He would stir up trouble to ease the mundane tedium that filled his days. He was like a guardian angelfish to his youngest brother, always there to protect him. But, without the other brothers, he would likely not think to just keep him company, unless he was in danger or being antagonized by the servants of the undersea castle, which was often the case. He seemed to be safe for now, if not lonely. And finally his fourth brother, Zecaeru, despite being only slightly older, had the fun energy of a guppy and often played with him, when he was not comforting his mother. His Mother wallowed in sorrowful envy for her husband’s three other wives. Her son did his best to distract her with his ability to create. So the bastard son, Izroul, was alone to fend for himself in the darkness and solitude of the currently empty throne room. He had no mother to teach him or to comfort him; not anymore. The very thought of her and her death was enough to make his heart wrench in pain. And so he sat at the foot of his ruthless tyrant father’s throne and wept at his own bitter loneliness, curling his arms around his ebony tail. his only solace was there was no one around whose thoughts could invade his mind…or so he thought.

“Why are you crying?” A voice in his mind had asked abruptly . The voice was unfamiliar and strange. Unlike the siren voices that had an ethereal and enchanting underlying quality or the other sea dwellers whose voices had a dark echo, this voice had none of that. It sounded kind and elderly. He spoke directly to him through his thoughts. The fact that the voice could seem to hear him and respond back in his mind without being physically present, frightened him.

“W-who are you?? What do you want?” The youngest siren son called out as his voice reverberated against the large stone walls. his defensive instincts were on high alert, assuming this voice had to be nearby. This kind gentle tone could only be a trick to get him to lower his guard.

“I just want to know if you are ok.” Such an excuse seemed almost impossible, no one other than his brothers would ever care about him in any way. The voice still did not answer the other part of his question, he would not let himself be taken advantage of and deceived by a stranger. But, at the same time, his curiosity had bern piqued, as he could not sense anyone nearby.

“Don’t be afraid, I'm just a friend.” Izroul had learned throughout the years to know when someone’s mind was being honest, even if their words were not. In this case the words from this odd man were true. He really meant no harm to him at all; he was sincere. “A….friend?” It made no sense, why would someone want to be his friend? This voice could not possibly be from any sea creature. But if not, then what?

The voice merely laughed, as if it was the one reading his mind. “That’s right, even if I wanted to harm you, which I would never do, I could not. I am not from your world, but I heard and felt your powerful sorrow even from the surface of the human world sea

The siren’s eyes widened, Raestrao had once told him of humans. They were beings from another world, a world ruled by peace and diplomacy, instead of fear and brutality. Like the abyssal plains, the human world had a sea as well. It was vast and nearly endless. The humans however, lived primarily on the land. He had always wanted to know more but they could never find the time for Raestrao to fully explain in detail. Perhaps this voice could! Despite his hesitation, he wanted to know. He wanted to trust the voice. He wanted to learn. He had to know!

“The human world?...are...are you a human? You don’t sound like a sea dweller...but if you are, I don’t understand...how can you be speaking with me now from another world?” Izroul asked as innocently as a child who found out there were things far beyond what he knew.

“I am. However, I am a bit different than most humans. I have been allowed to study magic which grants me the ability to speak to you as I am now. Am I the first human you have ever spoken to?” The voice spoke gently and calmly, as though trying to ease his uncertainty. It reminded him of his brothers, no one else outside his family, (excluding his father) had ever spoken to him so softly.

“Yes...although I know very little of them...but I do know they are different from us. Can you tell me about them?” He could hardly believe he had the courage to ask this he had only just met this human and knew nothing about him and yet he was already pleading to know more. He felt a strong yearning in his heart steadily growing. If humans were as caring and benevolent to a siren and stranger like him, he wanted to know all about them.

“Of course I can, young man, I can tell you everything you could ever want to know.”

hearing these words made the Izroul's lips form into a rarely seen smile, his eyes were wide and eager. Ready to learn about these strange creatures known as “humans”.

Chapter 1: Where the People Are

It was a gorgeous day in the human world. Clouds as white as snow floated through the sky lazily as the warm sun beamed down upon the waves of the calm seas. There was a large piece of land in the midst of the sea; filled with bustling crowds of people. They were shopping in marketplaces, or resting in their homes. Nobles and peasants, sailors and shopkeepers and everyone in between was enjoying the pleasant morning far and wide. But no one was quite as interesting and excited as a young woman named Mika Anderson.

Mika was a member of a wealthy merchant family; an heiress to an empire started by her grandfather: Anderson Toys. They created toys for children everywhere, even across the sea and around the world. The Anderson name was respected and recognized by anyone who heard it. Harold Anderson was said to have been a genius in make believe and an Artisan of childhood dreams. His company was not just a business but a passion, for he truly loved the joy his trade brought to the children who received their toys. He only had one child, a son, named David Anderson, who worked with the family business. His son did not share the same passion for the toys and children as his father was, he dedicated himself to the business side of the company. The two of them were said to be estranged due to some unknown event, long in the past. No one knew the exact circumstances of what happened except them. The father and son still worked together to build up their empire of toys, but each in their own ways. They avoided one another and traveled different directions on the same path.

Mika, unlike her father, was very close to her grandfather. She preferred his kind, gentle and nurturing nature compared to her strict, overbearing and cold father, who only wished for her to marry a wealthy man who could help with the business. Mika had no interest in searching for someone to be with only to please her father. She had been well educated and was quite intelligent. Her father acknowledged her talents, but did not find it right for a young upper class lady to work. He feared she would not be taken seriously outside of a feminine field. As a young girl however, she did help her grandfather create some of his best toys. He often asked for her opinion and used her childish perspective to improve and create even better playthings.

The father and daughter had been invited to Harold Anderson’s newest “ship”. But when they had arrived at the dock they were told to go to, they only saw one vessel, and it was not at all what they had expected. It was surprisingly small. It was more like a boat, much better suited for short personal journeys rather than ferrying cargo for months on end. There were only one or two cabins to the right, and stairs leading down below. It was modest and quaint with only two large sails. The woodwork was clean and polished, painstakingly hand carved in Harold Anderson’s signature style. It was just like when he made his wooden toys himself. It was painted in bright vivid colors and the coat looked painted and dried to perfection. It was almost like a toy boat that had become life sized.

Mika couldn’t help but grin ear to ear with delight as her grandfather helped her on board. Her father, following close behind, could only sneer in obvious disappointment. It was clearly not at all what he was expecting. “What in the seven seas is this father?! Is this some sort of joke? You said you wanted to show us the Anderson Toy company's newest vessel, the pride of our fleet! A ship of the highest quality and condition! You can’t really have brought us all the way out here for this little dinghy!” He crossed his arms, unhappy at his fathers deceptive exaggeration. “This is so like you…talking up the most meager and frivolous things as if they were made of pure gold. Typical.”

He turned his back to the old man in disdain and irritation. The elderly patriarch's face fell sadly at his son's harsh words, disappointed he could not see the value of the ship the three of them stood on, but also had a look of resigned understanding, as though this reaction was not unexpected. Mika glared at her fathers back, he had always been so cynical and severe, especially with her grandfather. She had no idea what caused their falling out, as neither would tell her, but she hated the way he treated him. Mika turned to her grandfather and gave a big reassuring hug and an encouraging smile. “Well, I think it’s wonderful grandfather! It looks just like one of your toys brought to life. It’s perfect for you.” She put her arm through his affectionately, and patted his forearm. This lightened the mood considerably. She could still hear a loathsome scoff from her father at her adulation for him. “Thank you sweetie! I worked very hard on this and carved this boat by hand. It's been quite a project for me but well worth it in the end. One of my greatest creations so far and I am so proud of it.”

He put an appreciative hand over Mika’s and turned to face his son's back, once more, with a sigh. “This is only my own personal sailing vessel, I had already commissioned the company ship ages ago and it’s docked in the shipping port now.” At this new tidbit of information, David Anderson’s head turned back ever so slightly to glance at the two. “ The Good Ship Anderson, it is five times bigger than my little “dinghy” and can hold as much cargo as two of our regular vessels could together. It comes with all the bells and whistles. A full crew of strong and ready able-bodied men. It can even cut the travel time by three days. Will that satisfy you, son?”

Harold Anderson gave a tired sigh, knowing only the impressive assets exclusively for their business would appease his single-minded goal focused son. David turned to face his family again with a curt nod and raised a finger to his temple in frustration. “Of course it does father! Why wouldn't you tell me this first instead of leading me on with this tiny thing??” There was relief in his voice at this new business prospect, the other ship entailed, but found the run around of the conversation aggravating to say the least. “Because, I have something important to tell you. I will be taking this boat on a personal trip unrelated to business and I may not be back for a long while, perhaps not even for months. I needed to inform you both. I will be leaving tomorrow and wanted to see you both before I departed.”

The son and granddaughter stared in shock. He had always been so dedicated to the company and any trips he took were solely for business or the occasional fishing trip, but those never lasted longer than a week. Mika knew he was once a great explorer, and traveled all over the world when the company was just starting out. He had just began some dedicated customers that soon soared the Anderson Toy company to a household name. That’s when he decided to settle down and focus on his toy making full-time. Perhaps part of him yearned for that feeling once again. Mr. Anderson began to shake in anger at his fathers statement “Are you insane!? You just bought a ship to improve trading and now you decide to just up and leave to god knows where on such short notice? How entirely selfish can you be?! What on earth is so important that you would abandon us at this integral point in our business dealings!?”

Mika instinctively took a step between her grandfather and her father defensively. “Father stop! He must have his reasons! He has been working tirelessly for the past year, and he wouldn't leave us if it wasn't important. Even if it is just for a break, he deserves it! At least let him explain himself.” Her fathers angry stare immediately turned onto his daughter with a grimace of resentment. “Of course you would defend him! fine then! father, explain, but this had better be a very important trip.” The elderly man did not falter at his son's tirade, only looked upon him with pity and sadness before clearing his throat. “It is, I assure you. It is to help a young acquaintance of mine in a bad situation, and perhaps, find a way to get him and his family out of it. The company will be fine, as I am putting you in charge in my absence. I won't be gone for long, a few months at most. And I will resume my duties upon my return.”

Although it was clear that Harold’s reasoning was not nearly enough for David, the businessman's eyes widened with a startled glint at the bestowment of the company on to him, even if temporarily. He soothed his anger begrudgingly and straightened up, resuming his composure. “Fine then. As long as our enterprise does not have to suffer or fall into the wrong hands in your absence because of some charity case. Do what you like, old man. But I hope this ‘acquaintance' is worth it.” Harold Anderson only nodded in reply.

He turned to Mika who was still processing this. She envied her grandfather's freedom to go wherever he liked and to pursue whatever interested him. She wished she had that kind of liberty as well. However, her father would never allow that. “I wish I could go with you, grandfather. I would love to see the sights with you and discover new places. I haven't even ever been on a boat that was not securely anchored and docked in the port.” She looked down dreamily at the ship she was on, feeling it gently rock with the rhythm of the waves. She ran her fingers along the polished wood banister longingly.

“And you never will; not if I have anything to say about it.” Her father interrupted her daydreaming and sternly crossed his arms again. “The sea is no place for a woman. You could be shipwrecked, get lost at sea, ambushed by thieves and pirates, fall overboard or any other number of things. You should be focused on finding a nice young man to help with the company. Settle down and get married. You are 18 now. It is the perfect time to present you. You are far better educated and intelligent then most of the airheaded young women your age around here and you come from a good respectable family. Anyone who would not be interested in you would be a fool.” Mika frowned, Yet again he somehow managed to find a way to worm this topic into the conversation. She did not want to simply be some trophy wife or bait for her father to find a male heir. Mika was an only child and her parents could no longer have children so all their aspirations fell upon her to fulfill. Still though, she kept silent, knowing he would never change his mind, no matter how capable they both knew she was.

Her grandfather put a hand on her shoulder and smiled, attempting to sooth her frustration. “I can agree with my son on one thing, whoever you decide to be with, if anyone, would be the luckiest man in the world, you are so strong, smart and a lovely young woman, even a siren couldn't resist your charms.” Mika smiled and relaxed at her grandfather's touch and held her hand over his, but what he said had piqued her interest. “Siren? As in merfolk?'' She had grown up hearing sailors tell stories of the mythical creatures who are said to live beneath the sea. Beings whose lower half were not legs, but a tail like a fish. They could breathe underwater and lived deep beneath the waves. Some sailors even claimed in their stories that many men's lives have been spared and saved in shipwrecks. But some told a very different, morbid version of those tale. Men lost to sea from being seduced by their nautical charm. lured into a trance by an enchanting voice, only to be pulled below the water and drowned. But they did not exist. It was only an old wives tale. Her father had always claimed they were merely seals or manatees upon rocks. mistaken for merfolk by the bleary eyes of drunken sailors in storms. The so called enchanting melodies were nothing more than whale calls. As a child she was told not to believe such blather, but she remembered her grandfather telling her about how he believed they were real. He told her that although some could cause great harm, others were kind and helpful. “Oh yes, I remember the stories you told me as a little girl.” Her grandfather gave her a nod and chuckled

“They are very misunderstood creatures. The ability to charm anyone with a voice that could make the heavens cry and play your heart strings like a violin. They can easily steal away the love of any young men..or maiden. but I believe there is far more to them than that. I even named my ship after them. You two are standing aboard ‘The Siren’s Song’.” She smiled at him indulgently. He was so imaginative and creative he always loved stories of magic and romance. Her father did not seem so amused. He only got agitated. “Bah! They do not exist! They are only the imaginings of reprobates and scallywags at sea who would rather believe fairy tales than pull themselves together and focus on what's right in front of them. My daughter will not be so easily taken in by your fantasies as she was when she was a child. She is a woman now and she will be married to a real living human man. Not some half fish freak of fiction. Do not distract her with such rubbish and romanticized flights of fancy.”

Mika’s father attempted to pull her away from her grandfather roughly by the arm. “Come now Mika, we should be going now. If he is leaving tomorrow, I will need to prepare and inspect the actual company ship. You should go home, I don't want you this close to the water.” As the angry parent tried to pull and tug his daughter off the small colorful boat, She found herself not wanting to leave. She gripped the railing of her grandfather's ship, and a small burst of defiant courage burned in her chest. “What if I don’t want to get married!? What if I wanted to explore other options? Or maybe even take over the company myself someday without a partner?” David Anderson swerved back around to face Mika and her sudden act of obstinance. Her father's eyes narrowed as her grandfather's eyes widened in surprised delight at her standing up for herself, and her interest in the company. Her father stood over her trying to assert himself and intimidate her. “You know as well as I do that you would never be taken seriously as a head of a major business like this! you are no longer a child. It's time to grow up and see the truth of the world. Women can make fine entrepreneurs, I'll grant you that, but only in very certain limited careers. Teachers, house staff, governesses, tutors, cooking and mending and jobs like that…but I don't want that kind of life for you. not my daughter. I don't want to risk you being on your own with no one to look after you when I'm gone If you can't succeed and end up barely scraping by. You need someone who will take care of you and provide so you don't have to. If you did take over, no businessan would respect you as a leader. You are better off finding a good husband who can do all that for you when I no longer can.”

Mika felt a fire in her stomach. She was suddenly filled with rage and anger at his condescension and dismissal, all her life she had been treated like a pawn or a pet . Even when she was given the finest tutors and teachers. What good was all that learning if she could never put it to good use. She wasn't just an investment! She was her own person. Before she could stop herself, she felt herself erupting at her father before her mind could catch up with her mouth to stop herself. “It sounds like you think I will fail regardless! I don't want to be just a decoration on a man's arm as he lives my life instead of me! I want to do things and go places! I don't know what or where but I want the chance to figure it out for myself and prove I am worthy and able to achieve things on my own without someone doing it for me or sheltering me!” Both of her male relatives stared in absolute awe at her words. Once the adrenaline of her outburst subsided she was flooded by the impact of my words. There was no going back now. David Anderson clenched his hand into a fist at his side and tightened his grip on Mika's arm with the other. He was not one to concede when called out, and this was one of the very first times she had ever done so. “I WONT HAVE YOU EMBARRASS THE ANDERSON NAME AND ALL I HAVE WORKED FOR BECAUSE YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND AND KNOW YOUR PLACE! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF HOW THE WORLD TRULY WORKS AND CLING TO THESE UNREALISTIC DELUSIONS! SOMETIMES YOU MAKE ME SO DISAPPOINTED TO EVEN CALL YOU MY DAUGHTER!!” silence…everything was silent as his voice practically froze the air around them. His eyes locked onto her, realizing the gravity of what he had just said, and released his grip on her arm. He found he was unable to say another word. Mika’s eyes filled with tears and wrenched her arm away from him, running to her grandfather. She nuzzled her head in her grandfather's shoulder for comfort as tears slid down her cheeks and onto his jacket. Harold comforted her and looked wordlessly away from his son in shame. David opened his mouth, as though wanting to say something, but stopped himself, closed his mouth into a fine line, rolled his shoulders and cleared his throat. “I will be going now to see this new company ship. Stay here if you like but be home by dinner.” She did not answer or look at him as her grandfather continued to pat her back comfortingly. His glance moved to his father with an envious glare but said nothing and walked off the ship off to the main port.

“Don't cry my dear. He did not mean any of that. He just worries for you and your future. He wants what's best for you.That's all '' She pulled away from her grandfather's consoling embrace and wiped her eyes. “I don't think so. Not at all. He just wants me to be something I'm not. I can never measure up to his expectations or be good enough for him. No matter what I do, I will never get a chance to truly be myself around him, like I can with you and my friends. I am going to miss you so much!” She watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief which he dried her eyes with. She greatly appreciated it. He gave her a warm smile and patted her head, making her feel like she was a little girl again, only this time he had to reach up a bit higher to get to the top of her head. “There, there,now. No more tears. I have a surprise to show you! My latest toy! I know you'll love it.” Mika was intrigued. She had always been the very first one to see his new toys before anyone, so he could help her improve them. She was also the first to get the final product before they even hit the shelves. She nodded, giving him a silence nod of affirmation to show her what he had made. Harold grinned and rolled up his sleeves. He placed the handkerchief on his outstretched hand, waving and wiggling his fingers over it, as if performing a magic spell. He had picked up many little magic tricks to reveal his toys to children at unveilings and events, but they always felt extra special with her. Each time he did one, an odd magical feeling buzzed in the air and made something in her chest tingle. He then pulled away the handkerchief with a swift flick of his wrist and revealed a doll. A doll that looked just like her! It had shiny round green buttons as eyes and long black yarn hair. It wore a blue dress with a vest draped over its shoulders, and at the collar, a little blue ribbon was tied in a perfect small bow around its neck. Mika looked down in awe and tenderly took hold of it in her hands. It was expertly crafted down to the last detail.

“This is amazing!” Harold smiled, relieved that she liked it. “I was hoping to sell them. You have always been my biggest inspiration after all. However I need your approval before I do so. This is only my first prototype and I already have the pattern for production. But, I also respect your autonomy. If you don't want a doll that resembles you being sold, I won't. Either way, you can keep this little doppelgänger for yourself. Do you want her?” Mika ran a hand over the small head of black yarn and hugged it close to her chest, before handing it back to him. “I would love for you to make more and give them to children who will treasure them. However, I think she should stay with you for now. Even if I cannot go on the trip with you, at least this little ‘me’ can explore the seas with you and keep you company!” Harold chuckled at his granddaughter's suggestion, amused. “By the way, who is this acquaintance of yours? Is it someone I know?” Mika asked. She knew most of her grandfather's employees and her fathers close colleagues in passing, but Harold only used the words “friend” and “acquaintance” to describe a more personal relationship. Alas, he shook his head. “No. You would never have met him. He lives far, far away from here; almost another world away. I believe he is relatively about your age. From what he has told me, he has lived a very tragic and painful life of abuse and neglect. He has never even been allowed a toy in his whole life, can you believe that?”

Mika gasped incredulously. She knew she was born into a privileged life but a child without a single toy in his life, was a child without much of a childhood. That poor man... Whoever he was, her grandfather must be really going out of his way to help him. Then again, that's just the kind of person he is. It made her so proud of him. That kind of generosity was infectious. Mika looked at the little doll in her grandfather's hand. an idea forming. “Please, give the doll to him. It can be his very first, and keep him company. No one should have to feel alone.” Her grandfather looked at her surprised. “Are you sure?” As Mika nodded, his face melted into a beaming look of pride at her. He put the doll away. “very well then. I am sure he will love it. Someday, perhaps you two could meet. I think you would get along quite well.” Mika couldn't help but laugh, even her grandfather was trying to set her up now and play matchmaker. One thing was for certain, she trusted his idea of ‘a good man’ more than her fathers for someone compatible with her. If she was going to marry, it would be someone kind, sensitive, creative and romantic. Not one of the boring and stiff tycoons, lords or businessmen her father would no doubt choose for her.

“I really should be heading home now… I hope you have a nice time out there, and don't forget to come back alright?” She wrapped her arms around him in a hug as they both laughed “I won't dear, I promise...I love you.” As the two pulled away Mika smiled at him, hearing the words her own father couldn't even bring himself to say, filled her with joy. “I love you too.” Mika finally disembarked The Siren’s Song and waved her grandfather off as he descended down the ship stairs to the small navigation room below deck to plan his course. As she walked home she thought of all the kinds of adventures he would have out there without her. She could hardly restrain how much her heart yearned to go out into the world too…some day.

Harold Anderson put down a very archaic looking map on his desk which he stretched it open all the way out on the surface. He spoke in an ancient Latin tongue, waving his hand over the map as he did so. When he spoke the words, the map revealed a second layer underneath. A blood red ocean nearly identical to the one of his world became visable. This sea was darker and deadlier than the 7 seas of the human world, The Decaying Sea. His previous course he had traveled had already been marked. He had happened upon a weak spot between the two worlds by chance. It had been close enough to a natural well of magic to make the connection to the decaying sea, and to his new siren friend. But needed to be closer to the source. From what the boy said he was in constant pain and danger. He could not ignore the plight of this young merman. He had to do all he could to ease his suffering. The boy had such a curious mind and longed to know of the human world, and Harold was more than happy to oblige. According to his research, only one place in the entire ocean had enough legends and magical aura surrounding it to be what he was looking for. A landmark not far from the spot he sensed it. He circled the point on the map and set his course. Open Wound Rock, the veil between the human ocean and decaying sea. That was where he was to go.

Chapter 2: Treasures Untold

A siren prince with a tail of glittering golden scales that shimmered as he swam through the empty halls of the sea lord's undersea castle. He had just gotten out of yet another study session, one of many throughout the day. However, he had worked more diligently than usual to complete his duties today, to finally have the freedom that gave him the only happiness he knew, When he was not over encumbered with his responsibility. He wanted to be with his brothers. It had been weeks since they had all last been together. Finally he had made it to their usual meeting spot, but to his confusion, only found his brother Aomaris. His younger brother was lazily stretched out against a heavy and flat stone that made an excellent perch for him to rest against. He was eating clam directly from the shell, ripping the meat out with his sharp teeth into his awaiting mouth while chewing loudly. Once he had gotten what he wanted from the now empty shell, he crushed the remaining shell and tossed away the broken shards over his shoulder without much care. Upon hearing his brother approach, he turned and sat up to face him.

“Oh, Raestrao. It's you. Finally done with those boring lessons? Did our slave-driver of a father finally release you for the day?” The siren with a green shark-like tail ran his hand through his spiky brown hair and smirked at his older brother. His emerald eyes staring into his brothers half lidded and leering whisky shaded eyes. “Is it just you? Where are the others? I thought we had all agreed to meet here today.” After picking up another shell from his little pile on a platter (which he most likely stole from one of the servants.) he pried it open with just a flick of his finger. “Well hello to you too. It’s just me so far, sorry that isn’t good enough for you, your high and mightiness.” he spoke sarcastically as he lifted the shells to his lips. Raestrao rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh, ashamed.

“I...I didn't mean it like that. It’s just I didn’t expect it to only be you, not that I’m not pleased to see...” Sslllurrrrrrp. Before the sentence could be completed, it was interrupted by the very loud, and very deliberate sound of Aomaris sucking the clam meat out through the tiny opening of the shell between his teeth. Although annoyed, Raestrao attempted to continue. “ I only meant to say it’s been so long since I was last with ALL of my brothers. I was just hoping all of you would already be waiting for me to…” Slllurrrp. Once again an intentional interruption. A wide mocking grin appeared on the rebellious younger brother's face at his successful bid to get under his older brother's scales. “Will you please stop that and let me finish!? That’s so immat...” ssssslllllluuuurrrp. “AOMARIS!! Knock it off!!” The angry outburst was enough to stop the unsavory sound as the offender finally pulled the whole piece of meat into his mouth easily without a sound. He swallowed it whole with a victorious grin. One could practically see the boiling water bubbles forming from Raestao’s ear like fins. An amusing sight indeed.

“I know, I know. Calm down. I’m only messing with you. I know what you meant. loosen up a little. you are as wound up as an anemone that's just been poked.” He twiddled the now empty shell with his fingers playfully, but instead of crushing it he flung it at his brother. “hey, think fast!” Without a bit of hesitation the target of the flung shell lifted his golden glimmering tail and flung the mollusk away, sending it flying in another direction with ease. A yelp of a particularly annoying snivelly servant could be heard in the distance. “Yowch! Who did that!?” The two boys flinched before Aomaris let out a snicker, his brother giving him a glare in return. “you’re so reckless!” With a shrug the younger brother slid back down to a resting position. “Whatever. anyway to answer your question, Uzaeris is off with his mother in harp lessons, and Zecaeru is off somewhere with Izroul.'' The moment he finished speaking his posture stiffened ever so slightly, and his brow furrowed. “you know...come to think of it, Izroul hasn’t been around that much lately, but when he has been, he’s been acting...weird.”

“What’s weird?” The two noble sons turned to see the second son approach, elegantly swimming up to them. His eight long red tentacles with the ends streaked in purple that made up his lower pushed and pulled against the water, propelling him to his older and younger brother. “So sorry to be late, mother just wouldn’t let me go until I got a certain high note just right on a particularly complicated piece. I managed as soon as I could. So, what are we talking about, what is so ‘weird’?” Uzaeris lifted a hand to his face and delicately flipped the long coral colored bangs that always covered his right eye as he integrated himself into the conversation effortlessly. “Ah, good to see you again Uzaeris, glad to hear you are done for the day as well. No need to apologize, we were just waiting for you and the others. Aomaris was just noting that Izroul has been acting strangely lately, which I have to admit I have noticed as well. He is usually the first one to wait for the rest of us and yet, I haven't seen much of him myself either. That’s one reason why I was so surprised to see Aomaris here first, well that and he is never punctual for anything.” Aomaris sat up and crossed his arms obstinately."Oh shut up Raestro! At least I don't have to be stuck in those stupid lessons like you.” Uzaeris placed a hand on his hip and the other to his chin contemplatingly.

“That is uncharacteristic of him. He values our little brotherly get-togethers more than anything, especially in the rare moments when it’s all five of us like today, but you are right. He is nowhere to be seen.” Aomaris pushed himself off his makeshift lounge and stretched “ I wouldn't get too worried just yet, he is probably just avoiding the castle staff and our blowhole father…ever since his mom...you know...they have been even crueler and more sadistic than ever before. He might just be taking some time to...make himself stronger for us.” The middle brother's green eyes focused on the ground, avoiding the gaze of the other two, who grew silent as well. They didn't like remembering that horrible and tragic day, or the aftermath that came from it.

However, their empathetic moment of silence was broken by the youngest of the noble brothers, and second youngest in total. arriving. His blue dolphin-like tail wagged as he sat upon the flat stone Aomaris had previously rested upon. “Hey guys! What’s with all the long faces?” He beamed at his brothers and tilted his head curiously. Of all the boys, his face was the most youthful, despite not even actually being the youngest. “It’s nothing Zecaeru.” Raestrao turned to him and smiled “We are glad you could make it...but...where is Izroul? Is he not with you?” The eyes of the three older brothers darted around searchingly, their concern slowly rising once again. Zecaeru’s eyes nervously checked behind him and his voice became higher and unsure. “oh uh! Yeah he is! Or…well he was. He was right behind me but um...we...we were having a race! I guess I won! he just hasn’t caught up yet! Yeah! Heh heh…” Three pairs of suspicious eyes bore into the black haired siren unconvinced. He was always an awful liar. “Really?” Aomaris raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with dubious derision. This only made Zecaeru defensive in turn. “Yes really! What? You don’t believe me?” He sat up staring down his toughest brother defiantly, who only puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips, speaking down to him, towering over the shorter siren.

“No! I don’t. Something's going on with Izroul and it almost sounds like you know what it is, and are covering for him.” Aomaris narrowed his eyes at his brother's baby blue ones, which glared back up at him. “Are you calling me a liar?!” “I’m not calling you a truther!” “That’s not even a real word!!” The tension between the two was quickly heating up, before Raestrao pulled Zecaeru away. “ That’s enough!” Uzaeris pulled Aomaris back. But,knowing that he was the strongest and could easily escape his grip to lunge back into the fray, he held him back with his tentacles as well. They were instantly slapped away in disgust by the brutish brother. “Hey! Get those off me man! you know I hate it when you touch me with those things!” Aomaris snapped at the red haired brother as he rubbed at his arm, making sure no sucker marks were left behind. “ There is no need to fight! But Zecaeru is right, that really isn’t a word.” As the most intelligent one, Raestrao couldn’t resist correcting him, which only made Aomaris growl in annoyance. “However! Aomaris is also right! We are all worried about Izroul, and you seem to be the one who has spent the most time with him lately, is something bothering him?”

He turned away as Raestrao put a hand on his shoulder, silently encouraging him to come forward, out of concern for their youngest brother. Before another word could be said, a voice called out to the four of them. “Wait! I’m here! I’m here! A siren with bright vivid orange hair and a tail with scales as black as the inky ocean depths swam forward. He was panting and out of breath as he finally arrived at their brotherly reunion. “W…wow Zecaeru, you sure are fast, you left me in your bubbles. Congratulations on winning our race.” The exhausted merman glanced over at his blue-tailed brother with his knowing indigo eyes. He gave a subtle affirmative nod to him before turning to the rest of his brothers, once again speaking before they could even get a chance to. “I’m sorry I was so late, and that I haven’t seen you all as much, I’ve been avoiding ...father, and the castle attendants. It’s been hard ever since the marriage arrangement was made. Everyone has been on edge. I know it’s been in all your minds and I didn’t want to burden you, or get you in trouble with Father, so...I’ve been doing other things on my own…I hope that’s alright.” He placed his black coated hand on his chest in sincerity.

At first, there was only uncertain silence. Zecaeru then broke away from the hand on his shoulder and went to the side of his kneeling brother. “See I told you! He just got left behind in a race. He’s fine.” The three elder brothers looked at each other. They could tell there was still something amiss, something that still seemed off, but it wasn’t their place to question him further or refute his claim. Izroul might be able to read their minds, but they could not read his. “Very well then Izroul, if you say nothing is wrong then we believe you.” Raestrao was the second to speak up and held his hand out to him. “But just remember, you can always trust us with anything, we are your family. Now come on, let’s catch up.” The youngest siren couldn’t help but smile at his older brother and took his offered hand. Soon they dove back into their favorite pastime of telling each other about their lessons or adventures and not wasting a single minute of the precious time they so rarely had to spend together. Soon hours went by, and their time for brotherly companionship had to come to an end. The siren quintet had to part ways as the noble sons were called for by their mothers. Before Zecaeru left, he gave one last glance to Izroul, looking at him thoughtfully, as if saying something to him in his mind. Izroul affirmed with a nod. Having his answer and seeming pleased with it he swam off back to the castle. The other brothers took notice of their exchanged looks, wariness and suspicion still weighed down on their minds. Knowing what his brothers were thinking, the non-noble son just smiled reassuringly and waved them off with a cheerful farewell until they were gone. Soon, he was entirely alone. He wasn't allowed a real room in the castle. There was no place for a bastard child like him, only kept alive at his brother's behest. Oftentimes it would greatly upset him…until recently that is.

Once he was sure he was out of his brother's line of sight, he made his way out of the boundaries of the castle and through an old forgotten and hidden route shrouded in darkness and shadow. It was likely thousands of years older than anyone knew of, but Izroul had stumbled upon it by sheer accident, or perhaps by fate, shortly after he first heard the human voice. He finally reached the end of the long narrow tunnel and pulled aside the heavy rock that blocked the entrance to his hidden hideaway. Once he was inside he pushed the boulder back, but not all the way. Just enough so that he could pull it aside again to leave without getting trapped. At long last he was back in his secret grotto. All around him were the items he had either collected or was given by the man from the human world; trinkets and gizmos, maps, paintings, tools and many, many toys. The crevices and crags of the rocky cavern walls around him made natural shelves to store his vastly growing collection. Directly above the grotto were cracks and gaps in the rock, allowing patches of light to shine through and illuminate the undersea cave.

One crevice in particular however, did not reveal glimpses or points of light from the rest of the perilous ocean. It was in fact an actual tear between the decaying sea and the human world's waters. It was barely big enough to put just one arm and a shoulder through, and it would be impossible to traverse through it being the size he was. He had already tried. Only the very tips of his fingers could reach out on the other side, and for the first time he had felt air, a cool blowing and refreshing breeze that had blown against his fingertips, it had made his skin tingle.

It was in this place the voice was the strongest and loudest. Since then he had spoken to the human many times in secret, reading his thoughts from beyond the threshold, and responding back to him. He was a kind old human man, a warlock! One of very few allowed to use magic in his world. The warlock taught him so much, told him of humans and how they walked on land like crabs scuttled across the sea floor. How there was peace among many countries, lands and people. There was war occasionally but it was never unedning, and usually among certain rival groups. But for the most part, instead of massacres and conquering, the humans attempted to solve their problems through diplomacy and compromise. There was no danger lurking at every corner. Humans could even sleep without fear of being prayed upon. Unlike in the Decaying Sea, where you couldn't keep your eyes closed for too long or let down your guard. Apparently when humans slept they dreamed. Visions occurring in the unconscious mind that could be absolutely anything and have various meanings, just like humans could be anything. The more he learned the more he wanted to know and the kind man was more than happy to teach him. He had learned so much in the past month and a half talking to him. He had only stayed a few days when they first spoke, before he had to return to his home and family. But he promised he would return to teach the lonesome siren all he could about humanity and even bring gifts. And he was good to his word.

Every so often an object small enough to fit through the tear between the worlds would slowly float down from above and into his awaiting hands. Then the man would explain what it was in great detail and answer any other questions he had. He had found happiness at finding his very first friend outside his brothers, and a new passion to go along with it, something he was forbidden from having. The only other person who knew was Zecaeru. One day he had followed Izroul to offer to play and spend time with him. He noticed his brother sneaking off somewhere, and unable to resist the urge to snoop. So he followed him and discovered his secret. Upon finding that his private grotto had been compromised, Izroul was terrified he would tell their other brothers. He did not want any of his brothers to get involved, to protect them from the consequences of any punishment that could come with being found out. Izroul made him swear to keep it a secret and tell no one. Thankfully (and surprisingly) he did, on the condition he could come visit as well sometimes. Izroul agreed to his terms and he shared his new hiding place and secret friend with him, acting as an interpreter for the man's thoughts, speaking for him. His youthful older brother was just as interested and fascinated by the humans too! Most of all the energetic merman enjoyed the talk of toys that the old man made and sold. It was something the two could share together.

However, it could only be between them, he could not burden his other brothers with this secret. Raestrao already had enough to deal with as the heir, and now after getting betrothed to a powerful siren princess from another kingdom, he will soon become the new Sea Lord, and he knew how heavily that weighed on him. He could not add any more to his plate. Uzaeris May find it interesting but, His mother also had high expectations of him to be the perfect siren, so he war worried his most charming brother may see humans as only a form of energy, playthings or something to charm rather than be charmed by, he wouldn’t understand. Aomaris would be the most against it for certain. He has always been his greatest protector and defender of the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his father and his underlings. Izroul would always be grateful for the support… but, he knew his elder brother would see what he was doing, communicating with another world, as a threat. It was indeed dangerous, especially for him! If their father ever knew, Izroul would surely be killed or tortured, (or both) his collection destroyed and his human friend may even be put in danger as well. No, he could not risk it, he trusted his brothers and loved them more than anything, but this was a path he had to travel alone.

The little merman lay against the sandy floor of his grotto and looked at all his treasures. His eyes finally fell onto one of his favorite treasures, a book. He could not read the words but he loved the pictures. Reading was a privilege only for his brothers to have. Acquiring knowledge and learning of new places and information was not to be wasted on the bastard son. He was forever forbidden from any pleasure or advantage. But it wasn’t the same for humans! They have the freedom to learn whatever they like, whenever they want. He swam upwordd and picked the book up delivatley. He flipped through the pages. The warlock had cast a spell on the book so it would not fall apart or be damaged by the water. He flipped through the pages. His fingers traced along the inky black symbols that made the letters and words he could not decipher. At least the man was kind enough to read it to him and his brother earlier that day, so he could understand the context of the illustrations and replay the story in his head, again and again.

It was the story of a sad girl whose parents had died and only had a cruel stepmother and stepsisters who made her sit by something called a “fire” that created cinders. A hot and painful element not found in water but gave off a light that danced and swayed like seaweed. The only thing that came close was magma or lava from undersea volcanoes. The heat was less intense though, a pleasant warmth, as long as you did not get too close, or so he was told. He felt so lucky his brothers were good to him, unlike the sisters in the story, even if the stepmother did remind him of his father. Her name was Cinderella. She wanted so desperately to go to a grand ball but she was forbidden from going and the dress she made was destroyed and torn apart by the ripping claws of her jealous sisters. Just when all hope was lost a fairy came and rewarded her for her kindness and good heart by giving her a new dress, a means to go, and the demeanor of a princess. But, the spell would only last until the night turned into a new day. She had a wonderful time and met the prince. They danced all night, falling in love with each other by the end of it. But when midnight came, she had to flee as the spell faded away and would once again return to the rags under the glamour. All that was left behind was a slipper, an odd piece of garb that humans wore on their “feet'' to keep them clean and protected from the earth they tread on. But this one was made of glass. He wondered if most shoes were made of glass, one would have to be very careful not to break it as they walked. The prince found the slipper and searched everywhere for the maiden he met at the ball, claiming whoever could fit the shoe would be his bride. The prince looked all over the kingdom and eventually tried the shoes on the stepsisters. but it of course did not fit either of them. Then he saw the poor Cinderella, covered in black dirty “soot” from the fire. He offered her to try, and it was a perfect fit. He recognized now at once. He made her his princess and they both lived happily ever after…togethor.

That was his favorite part. Happily ever after. He wished he could be like Cinderella, witha magic spell to turn him into a human. He would explore that world, and get away from this one. Perhaps he could find love of his own. Sirens were known for being the best lovers and fed off sexual energy of other merfolk and even humans, using their beautiful voices to charm others into giving themselves freely to them, that energy was their main food source. Draining energy is said to be the most amazing thing any siren can experience. He wouldn’t know though…he was often left to starve while his brothers were given the energy freely by the nobles, some of their mothers and servants, or given banquets of the finest foods. He had to survive on the energy from any leftover scraps and crumbs of ingestible food that he could find, or whatever the noble sons would save for him. His brothers would also give him some energy with their familial affection and attentive care. But love, romantic love, seemed different than the passionate lust and desire his kind was known for. Love was unconditional and special, it was hard earned and was based on connection rather than attraction alone, it was deep and more meaningful and could persist through the hardest of trials and tribulations. He wished with all his heart and soul to one day find someone to love. A human to love, who would be kind, who would not shun him as a mistake or pity him, someone who would willingly support, trust and share a life with him. Someone proud to call him theirs. But, that was only a fantasy, only a dream… only a wish his heart made. For now, he was pleased with the idea of love. Izroul started up at the small swirling whirlpool portal above him that led to the human world where love existed. He quietly rested, imagining what it was like, if he were a part of that world.

Chapter 3: Ready to know what the people know!

Harold Anderson awoke from his bed in the captain's quarters of his little ship. The gentle waves of the sea had rocked him into a calm sleep that night, just as it had done for the past few weeks. He got himself dressed and ready for the new day. Before heading out, he opened a standing birdcage beside his bed, releasing the two pure white doves that were inside to stretch their wings and flap about as he filled their food dish. The doves eagerly flew over to feed on the seeds that their master had left for them, as Harold went to the galley to make some breakfast for himself and his fish-tailed friend. Eggs, bacon, fruit cheese and potatoes. He made two plates, stacking on extra food on the second plate. He picked up the two morning meals and went back above deck. His boat was anchored within the cavern of Open Wound Rock, one of the strongest points of connection that linked the two ocean worlds. In the very center of the cave, there was a small fracture that kept the two worlds apart in the form of a small whirlpool. It was no bigger than a bucket rim, and it was far easier for things to enter the fathoms below, than it was to come up from them. Local legends told of siren voices that could be heard echoing from the hollow echoing walls, and of treasures that were lost to the bottomless depths around these parts. This was the largest and most accessible of the gaps between worlds. He had been fishing in the area nearby when he first heard the mournful sobbing of his new friend, there must have been a smaller tear below the spot where he had fished, which allowed the two to connect.

He was immediately drawn into sympathizing with the child’s plight. It had been a long time since he had delved back into the world of magic and merfolk, but he could not turn his back on this boy. He was so eager to learn and was starved for kindness, outside of that of his brothers that he had mentioned once or twice. Harold took things slow, he knew the boy would not reveal his name, knowing how powerful and personal a siren's name can be to those who know it. He had instead taken to calling him by terms of general endearment such as “friend, young man, my boy, and son.” The latter of those options is what the young merman favored most in particular. He did not speak much of himself, only why he had been crying so bitterly that day. He had told Harold that he was the widely despised and disparaged bastard son of a powerful merman, who was cruel beyond mere words. He only had his four older brothers to care for him. He said nothing else about himself since, which was perhaps for the best. He was much more interested in listening to Harold speak about himself and humanity, then dwell too much on his predicament. The old man could only imagine the starry look in the siren's eyes as he spoke the more he found out. He was indeed a special one. Mind reading abilities were rare and powerful, but could easily be very overwhelming. Especially when most of the thoughts you hear are of great quantity and negative quality, which seemed to be the case with this lad. He pulled up his deck chair and sat down on it with the plates on his lap. He sat in front of the ship banister and began to let his mind form the start of a conversation, as he began to eat his breakfast. “young man…son? Are you there?”

Below in the grotto, Izroul had stretched from his resting as he heard the kind man's voice appear in his head. He grinned and sat up, calling out to him before giving a gentle yawn. “Yes sir! I am here! Good morning!” The sweet but low toned voice of the merman responded back. “I have some breakfast for you, and your brother. Is he with you this time?” The siren licked his lips ravenously at the mention of breakfast. He was very often famished, and food was far and few in between whatever energy his brothers could give. But since he met the man, he had offered him some food whenever he felt his energy low. He had never experienced such flavor and indulgence before. Zecaeru loved it even more, most of his questions aside from those about toys, games and what humans did for fun was about their food. His imagination had been sparked and his taste buds had been enlightened, as he was given the scraps that fell from above. Apparently he had even been experimenting with his own food with what he could find from the castle kitchens.

“Thank you! No, he is not here right now, it is just me...but he promised to come back and see us again later this evening! would it be alright if you could save it for him, until he comes back? please?” Izroul was normally not one to ask for anything, as it was never given to him, or his brothers already did their best to provide it, but he still did not want to burden them by asking. The only things he truly asked of them was their company, when they could give it. But, with the kind man it was different, he liked his questions and inquisitiveness, he did not scold or scorn him for doing so and often happily complied with his small requests. “Yes! Of course. I will make more for him later, but you should still take the food I made for you both while it’s still warm. An old man like me needs that extra strength, so do you. Are you ready?” Izroul quickly swam around looking for one of the plates the man had sent him. He found one and scooped it up, swimming upwards to just below the portal, getting the plate into position. “ready!” And with that, Harold raised the plate of food he had made over the edge of the ship, and tilted off the steamy and savory contents into the water and into the waiting whirlpool below, spinning and twirling caught in the pull, before it completely vanished from sight.

Once the food had been sucked down through the swirling water, it manifested out with a twirl into the decaying sea and onto the awaiting plate the siren held out. He leaned down and sniffed the enticing aroma of the lovingly prepared meal, floating back down to the sandy sea floor to eat. He took handfuls of the food into his mouth, before melting into the flavor. As starving as he usually was, he took great time and care to eat and savor each mouthful and bite, to make it last as long as possible. He knew what some of the foods already were. Cheese and fruit were easy to identify even in the decaying sea. The odd white and brown chunks known as “potato” tasted a bit strange, but nice. It was the inside of some kind of root or vegetable. And the red strips were some sort of meat, but not like any fish he had ever eaten from the scraps he got from his beothers, it was juicy and hearty, the flavor was richer and crispy, he had a feeling his brother Aomaris would love it. The only things that still confused him were the fluffy soft yellow lumps. “What are the yellow things called again?” He asked as he lifted some to his mouth to eat. “Those are eggs. Scrambled eggs. I'm sure you are probably only used to fish eggs, but these come from a different kind of creature. a bird, called a chicken. Izroul tilted his head, “Bird? What is a bird?”

Harold leaned back in his chair, looking over at a family gulls that had built a nest within the cave crevice, he could hear the chicks squalling for their mother to bring them breakfast before she flew away to get some. He pictured the sight in his mind's eye. “Well, a bird is an animal. They have a beak somewhat similar to a squid. They have wings of feathers while fish would have fins. They help them fly through the air as a fish would swim through the sea. I myself have two birds I keep as pets. They are called doves. They deliver messages for me while I am out at sea.” Izroul admired and absorbed the image in his mind of the gulls, whose mother had just returned with a fish to feed them with. It all sounded and looked so fascinating. He would love to see a bird in person someday. They seemed so free.``so little one, what would you like to learn about this time?” Harold peered down into the swirling water, allowing him to choose the topic of the day. Izroul thought. what did he want to know about? His mind wandered to his brothers and seeing them yesterday. Were human siblings as close as they were? Or, were the families cruel and disjointed as his brother's mothers were? Or even as monstrous to their own children as his father was. “Family...what are human families like...do you have a family?” Harold looked surprised as he asked this of him. A rather complicated question, but he considered his words carefully. “Family is your kin, but it is not always by blood. Family is those who you care for and love. Mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, grandparents, grandchildren and cousins. Some families are large, and some small. But even if you are not related, you can still choose your own family if you feel that familial love, and they return it.”

The merman was taken back and amazed. you could choose a family, as long as they cared for you and you felt it in your heart. A pink hue graced his cheeks as he timidly asked another question with hesitance. “L...like you and I? We are not of the same blood, or even the same species, and we have only known each other so long but…you feel like family to me…” Harold was taken aback at the endearing confession, but his astonishment quickly dissolved into a warm tenderness. “Yes, I suppose so. like you and I. I’d be honored to call you family, son.” Izroul’s heart leapt in his chest as he felt a warm sense of belonging enrapture in his being, at his friend's acceptance of him.

“Now, to answer your other question, I do in fact have a family back home, my son and his wife, and my darling granddaughter. Who is likely around your age, in human years at least if you are as young as I think you may be. She is a lovely young woman. They are all very dear to me.” Izroul’s purplish-blue eyes were shining. He wanted to know more about the kind warlock's family. Surely his family was loving and kind as he was, “Do you all get along? Do you treat your son well? What are they like? Can they use magic too?” For a few moments he was met with silence, his mind was hesitant and went blank, blocking the mind reader for a split second, before he relented into honesty. “unfortunately, my son and I are estranged. He knows of my magic and fears it and the risks that come with it. Terrified and distrusting of its chaotic nature. People fear what they do not understand, which has led him to resent me. I have tried to raise him well and still love him very much, even if he distances himself and pushes me away. He has refused and denied his magical blood, however, my granddaughter has potential. She and I are much closer.” Izroul could feel the sorrow that came with these thoughts. So, not all human families were perfect, but he empathized with his friend. His son sounded like his father, but not nearly as bad, obviously. He didn't think anyone could be as terrible as his father. But at least the kind old man had his granddaughter, Izroul could sense that thoughts were very positive towards her.

“What is she like?” Harold smiled as his memories of her flooded his recollection, knowing the young telepath would see them. From innocent childhood to her inquisitive adolescence, He remembered every moment he could of her as she grew and aged. Izroul watched the thoughts with captivated attention as the images played out. His admiration and fascination with the cute human girl with long sleek black hair and vivid green eyes only increased as he saw her transformation from a starry eyed child to a strong, smart l, independent and absolutely beautiful young woman. She was so complex. She was clever and witty but also refined and charming. She was courageous and resilient but still playful and good natured. And just like him, she was curious about the world and had a longing to find her purpose. She was so many wonderful things, she was so perfectly…human. “She...she is astounding!” Suddenly a warm feeling in his chest overtook him as his heart raced and heat rushed to his face. “Yes, she is...in fact, that reminds me, I made a gift for her, but she insisted I give it to someone who needed it more. Someone just like you. You exactly." Harold stood up from his chair, setting the now empty plate beside him and reached into his bag. After finding what he was looking for, he unfolded the doll from his handkerchief and brushed it off. He straightened the bow on its collar to make it presentable, and gave it a kiss on the top of it's for luck, before turning back to the boat's edge. With only a moment's hesitation, he dropped the doll into the water and allowed it to float down to the whirlpool and the lonely merman. The memory of what his granddaughter said to him lingering in his mind. “Please, give the doll to him. It can be his very first, and keep him company. No one should have to feel alone.” The words and her voice filled Izrouls mind as he reached for the falling plaything with the likeness of the human girl. He gently caught it in his hands, admiring its detail. the green button eyes shimmered, it’s stitched-on smile beamed up at him. And the thick long locks of dark yarn hair. He gently ran his black fingers along the doll's cheek as he stared at it speechlessly, before finally collecting himself to ask one last question. “May...May I know her name?” He knew names were not as personal to humans as they were to sirens, but he felt like he had to know nonetheless. “Her name is Mika.” Mika…The sound of it just felt right as his mouth formed the name and repeated it as his fingers moved down to the tail of the tiny bow. “ My brothers have always been all I have ever had, until now…thank you sir.” Izroul could feel his lip quiver and eyes squint with joy as he hugged the doll close to him. “You can call me Harold, Harold Anderson.” The voice gently told him. “Then thank you, Harold Anderson.” He rubbed his eyes and let out a happy sigh...there was one other thing he wished to know about before he would go back to his brothers. “Mr Anderson? What can you tell me about...falling in love?”

Chapter 4: Look at this stuff, isn’t it Neat?

The four noble siren sons swam together once again since the last time they were together, yesterday. Raestrao rubbed his bleary whisky eyes with his index finger and thumb, they had heavy tired bags underneath eyelids, he was quite visibly exhausted. The prince had spent the entire night studying and finishing his duties that he had not even been assigned yet throughout the night, so he may have time with his brothers for as long as possible. Thankfully it just barely worked, although it did cost quite a bit of energy in exchange. “Why all this extra work Raestrao? Father isn’t so strict he would make you work all night.” Uzaeris questioned his brother as they maneuvered through the castle halls. “Yeah! why the rush?” Zecaeru was also curious. Raestrao always worked hard and did his duties diligently to get to spend time with his brothers, but to go the extra mile and wrap it up so quickly was unlike him. “I just wanted to spend extra time with you today, that’s all.” The eldest brother held his head high to reassure his brothers and dismiss their worries. Aomaris was the only one who was quiet...for a while. As they approached their meeting spot by the border of the castle walls he spoke up at last. “let’s cut the bullfish, this is about Izroul, isn’t it?” The words had an immediate effect, and all four of them stopped in their tracks. Raestrao did not answer.

The middle brother sighed and crossed his arms. “called it. You are worried about him, just like the rest of us. He says nothing is up but we all know him well enough to know that something's definitely going on. We are his brothers after all.” Aomaris shot a still suspicious glance at his younger brother, whose face turned into a pout in response, before turning his head away. “I already told you he’s fine. More than fine!...mfph !” As soon as he realized he said more than he should have, he lifted a hand over his mouth in surprise and guilt. Uzaeris raised an intrigued brow, “more than fine? So then, whatever is happening has been something good? Why wouldn’t he tell us then?” Zecaeru avoided his brother's gazes which were now all focused solely on him. “Come on! Spit it out already! Why would he tell you and not the rest of us?!“ Aomaris swam to face the smaller blue tailed merman but was stopped by his arm being pulled back by Raestrao. “Stop. quiet.” While Zecaeru gave a relieved sigh, the brother that was held back just looked frustrated. “Quiet!? Don’t you wanna know why...” “I said quiet! All of you! clear your minds...and just listen.” Once the brothers were silenced by a whispered but stern hiss from their oldest brother, they obeyed. They closed off their minds and opened up their ears,...and then, they heard it. Singing. Not just any singing, but a siren song. They had not heard this particular voice for many years. All four of them quietly swam in shocked silence toward the source.

There, a good distance away from the castle and away from the prying ears of nosy castle lackeys, they saw their youngest brother, his black spindly tail swaying as he danced and twirled. His voice rang smooth and resonant but soft and quietly as he sang a wordless song. It was such a sight to see, and even more so to hear. His brothers could not help but let their thoughts roam free, until the singing abruptly stopped and Izroul turned to see them all, frozen by their stares. The first to come forward was Raestrao. He moved slowly and carefully, as if he was afraid Izroul would make a swim for it if they got too close too fast. “Izroul, we heard you singing...you haven’t sang since…” he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence, hoping his brother would read his mind and understand...since his mother killed herself. “You know you’re forbidden from singing! If father heard, he would have you tortured or executed on the spot! Probably both.” Uzaeris came forward as well, voicing his concerns. “This is getting out of hand Izroul! you have to tell us what’s up! No buts or excuses! Whatever you’ve gotten into, you’re way over your head. I don’t know why you wouldn’t tell us, but you gotta let us in.” Aomaris pleaded as he placed a firm hand on Izroul's shoulder. “They are right Izroul...I can’t keep this up forever...I think we should show them. This is important to you so it’s important to us too!” Zecaeru was the last one to speak and held his brother's hand. Izroul knew they all truly meant what they said, even if he was still afraid for them. If they knew and he was found out, they would be punished alongside him, but he also knew he couldn’t keep this from them and gave a sigh of defeat. “Alright. I’ll show you everything.” Izroul gestured for his brothers to follow as they swam in a school. Soon they arrived at the farthest stone wall away from the castle, in a shadowy long unused corner of the courtyard.

Patches of thick green sea moss and clusters of barnacles were littered along the cracks in the foundation between the stones. It was a much older wall than the others. Clearly built long before the magically sealed barrier wall ordered by their father was installed. It was very quiet and peaceful, the clamor of the castle was distant, it was no wonder why he would find this place. “So…you wanted to show us an old wall? What’s so great about that?” Aomaris was interrupted by the stern cough of the eldest, who urged their brother to guide them and continue. Zecaeru excitedly swam in front of them. “Not just an old wall! Watch this!” he turned expectantly to Izroul. As did the others, to observe whatever they were about to see. Izroul closed his eyes with a calm smile, he spoke in their ancient tongue in a voice no louder than a whisper. “vulnus aperire.” As soon as the Latin words were spoken, the ground gave a low rumble and the wall seemed to break and crack at his command. At the center of the largest mossy stone near the base, Where the stone had once been, was now a large crag, big enough to swim through. It seemed to lead into a dark passageway, deep below the ground.

The three eldest brothers startled in bewilderment, even the all knowledgeable heir clearly had no idea that this secret path even existed before now. “H...how did you know…” before he could finish the sentence Izroul raised a finger to his lips and shushed him. “I will tell you once we reach the end, just trust me.” Hesitation could be seen in the boy's eyes. The only other brother who had not been surprised as he already knew about it swam forward to the passage. “Come on you guys! It will be great! You’ll see! unless you’re scared~.” Zaceru shot a provoking glance at Aomaris with a taunting giggle before swimming forward into the darkness. Never one to back down from a challenge, or take such an insult to his bravery, the middle brother darted forward after him with great speed, leaving a jet stream of bubbles behind him. “Who are you calling scared, pipsqueak?!” Uzaeris merely laughed at the squabbling amusedly, and went through it next, maneuvering himself elegantly through the entrance. Raestro was the last one left, floating there in uncertainty, staring at the passage hisnother brothers had gone down. He glanced at the castle, debating whether or not this was a good idea after all. But, his intellectual intrigue at the thought of something not even he knew about enticed him. His indecision was interrupted by Izroul, reaching out to him with an outstretched hand. The youngest merman did not try to take his brother's hand but merely waited with patience. This was Raestrao’s choice; to find out what lay beyond the wall. With a streak of rebellious curiosity and faith in his brother, Raestrao took Izroul's hand, and they went inside together.

Once everyone was through the threshold, Izroul spoke a second spell. “vulnus signare.” The crack began to close and sealed the brothers within the darkness. Before they could all fumble around blindly in the dark, a soft glow began to light up the walls around them. Bioluminescence within the stone, which almost resembled blood veins, illuminated the passageway. “Wow...this is...amazing!” Raestro fondled the grooves of the wall as the light reacted to his touch. “Beautiful!” Uzaeris admired the colorful and intricate formation. Aomaris was stunned into silence as Zecaeru laughed cheerfully at their expressions. “Pretty, isn’t it? Just wait! This isn’t even the best part! Come on!” Not giving his brothers a chance to respond, he eagerly zipped ahead. After a collective sigh the four continued, taking their time to be careful as they observed their surroundings. Soon enough they caught up to him at the end of the path where the large boulder had already been pulled aside, with Zecaeru positioned in front of the entrance with a wide grin.

Izroul took the opportunity to face his brothers and finally explain, and to prepare them for what lay ahead. “I am sorry I’ve been keeping secrets, I promise it wasn’t out of distrust or to purposefully deceive you. I was just afraid...if father were to find out about where I’ve been going, what I have been up to...and who I’ve been talking to,

He would boil with rage. I didn’t want you to get in harm's way because of me...and...I wasn’t sure you would understand. Zecaeru only knows because he followed me one day.” His brother spoke up in his defense. “The spell Izroul used was etched in the stone under all the moss, it was faded but It opened for me when I spoke it aloud. By the time he found out I was there when he heard my thoughts, it was too late to hide it.” Izroul looked down at the rocky ground and his black tail below him, avoiding locking eyes with his brothers in shame and guilt, until a hand was placed on his head, causing him to look up. Aomaris tilted his brother's head up to look him straight in the eyes, a look of dead seriousness on his face. “For someone who can read minds you’re still such a idiot, you know? I don’t give a damn what you’ve been hiding back there, whatever it is, I’d gladly deal with our bottom feeding kracken-shit of a father and whatever he could throw at me then let him hurt you for something that obviously means the ocean to you. So don’t go around keeping secrets to protect us or whatever. It doesn’t matter if we understand whatever this is or not, I care more that it has given you comfort, even to the point you’ve even begun singing again. I care more about keeping it safe for you, than I do about the consequences of me knowing about it. Got that?” Izroul stared wide eyed as his brother ruffled his hair. Raestro and Erik smiled warmly, impressed by Aomaris’ response, the sentiment was something they shared wholeheartedly, despite the blunt and crude delivery. Izroul gave a sigh of relief and looked to Zecaeru, who nodded in agreement and moved aside allowing them to enter.

The water was clean and clear, pure and untainted by blood or death.They were greeted by the glitter of metal utensils that caught the light from above. There were all manner of objects and items from beyond the boundaries of their undersea realm. Land animals and sea animals made of cloth and thread huddled together in a pile, chests filled with intricate clothing and jewelry lay next to a full-length mirror, watches and glasses hanging from chains and even books and scrolls had a stone shelf to themselves. “Wha...what is all this?” Aomaris took in everything in dumbfounded confusion. “It’s...my collection.” Izroul leaned against the wall, gazing at all his treasures with shy pride. “These are all human objects, where did you possibly get all these things? How long have you had them? Where even are we?” A million questions and concerns raced through Raestrao’s mind as he simultaneously attempted to identify each object. The bombardment of his brother's thoughts made the mind reader wince in pain. Upon seeing how overstimulated his brother had become by his wave of speculation, the eldest siren organized his thoughts and composed himself. Thankfully it seemed to give Izroul some relief as he sighed. “To tell you the truth, I have no idea what or where this place is, but I've made it my own. I can’t hear anyone from the castle and the water is so clean and fresh, I feel like I can breathe and be at ease.” A smile graced his lips as lifted up and pet the head of a small white kitten toy. “I can even sing here with no one to hear me, well, almost no one…I...have made a friend.” Uzaeris who had been admiring the objects and had been trying a ring on one of his tentacles looked over at this in surprise. “A friend? What friend? Based on all these trinkets, I assume it’s not any creature down here, like a crab or a flounder. Who is this friend of yours, did he give you all these items?” Izroul nodded. “Yes, mostly, some of the objects Zecaeru made based on descriptions, drawings or duplications of what I already had. The rest I found lying on the seafloor…in shipwrecks. Most likely caused by sirens centuries ago, who had no interest in the items, after they probably drained and drowned the crewman.”

Upon hearing his name, Zecaeru floated down from where he had been organizing his toys to show them off. “Yeah! It’s been amazing! I’ve had so many fun ideas and new ways to try out my powers!” To demonstrate, the little merman formed a bubble of magic in his cupped hands that enlarged as he moved his hands apart. The bubble popped and his brothers looked at what he created, disturbed and perplexed. “ what the fuck is that suppose to be?” Aomaris blurted out as Zecaeru went to explain, not yet looking at his handiwork. “It’s a land mammal called a ‘ska-whirl!’ Isn’t it cu…” his starry blue eyes finally landed on what he had made and widened in horror. In his hand was a creature similar to the one in the pictures and description he heard but pure white with red eyes and a manic evil grin; Zecaeru dropped it immediately and swam away from it in terror. “Gah! What is that thing!! That’s not how it’s supposed to look at all!! Keep it away from me!!” The brothers rolled their eyes, “if things like that are in the human world I think I’d rather stay down here.” Aomaris grunted but soon a smirk grew on his face,getting an idea. He picked up the doll to tease its creator with. Zecaeru screamed in fright and swam away only to be chased as if it were a game. Raestrao sighed and tried to ignore the tomfoolery, focusing his attention on his youngest brother. “Izroul, how did you get all these items...this ‘friend’ is he...” “Yes...he is human.”

The sirens were stunned into silence yet again. even Aomaris who had paused in his teasing of the poor Zecaeru whom had hidden behind a pillar to get away from his creepy creation. “A human!? How the hell did you meet a human??” Aomaris shouted. Izroul avoided the question, putting the stuffed kitten back in its place beside his new precious doll. “Aomaris has a point, a human couldn’t survive in the decaying sea, they would have drowned or been killed, even if they had one of those metal helmets and hideous suits. We would have definitely heard about it.” The youngest of the noble sons had taken advantage of Izroul’s confession to create a cage and shoved the scary squirrel thing into it after snatching it from Aomaris hand. He gave a sigh of relief, and corrected his brother before Izroul could stop him. “Because he isn’t in the decaying sea! He’s not even on the surface in the abyssal plains! He is still in the human world!” a collective shocked “WHAT!?” blurted out from the four brothers mouths in near perfect unison as Izroul shot a glare at his big mouthed brother, clearly not wanting that information divulged yet.

With a sigh, he pointed upwards, answering his brother's question before they could even verbally ask. Their eyes landed on the whirlpool above. Raestrao swam up to it examining it and placed his hand through it, his face lighting up in fascination as he felt the cool breeze of the air above, and quickly pulled his hand back down. “It’s...a portal. A portal to the human realm! “ Raestrao’s face then looked enlightened as something clicked. “I know where we are…this is Open Wound Grotto. But…It was said to be only a myth.” Seeing his brothers' confused and curious faces made him straighten up, about to give them a lecture. “It was said to be the main gateway between our world, and the human one. Long ago there were more but they faded away and diminished into small leaks, only enough for voices and sounds to come through. However Open Wound grotto was the largest and the most used portal…but, it must have greatly decreased in size over time as well, it should be twice as big as it is now. Perhaps from overuse. The magic seems unstable as well. It’s acting like a drain, things can fall down, but nothing can go back up, except perhaps noise.”

Izroul nodded at his brother's on-point explanation. “That's exactly right. I heard his voice a little over 6 months ago, he heard me crying and comforted me, he showed me empathy and compassion. I couldn't help but try and learn more about it. We talked for a few days and then he had to leave to return to his home but promised he would come back, and he did! a month later. We have been talking ever since. Time is different there, so what would be a day for us, is only a few hours for him. He has told me all about the human world and how wonderful it is!” his violet eyes shined and his voice became excited and filled with yearning. “Humans are amazing! They don't hurt each other or fight like we do, they work through issues instead of destroying each other! On their lands they have animals and plants, and the people there are kind and friendly! They have towns and cities filled with shops, parks and schools! They even made all of this!” he gestured around his trove with a twirl. “ Anyone can do anything up there, even read whenever they like, they have the freedom to learn anything!” He looked upon his brothers trying to get them to understand how powerful and grand the human world truly was to him. Aomaris grimaced. “Izroul! You don’t even know if that's true, even if there is some truth to it humans are dangerous! You don’t even know this human you have been talking to! He could be trying to gain your trust to hurt you! How did he even know about this portal, why did he come here in the first place? They may hurt each other less but they still hurt each other, and they do it for no other reason than selfishness. No better than Sea monsters. You are giving them too much credit, They are weaker than us so they overcompensate with force and deception. How do you know he’s not manipulating you? You've never even met him!” Zecaeru came over to defend his brother and his friend. “Nu-uh! The one we have been talking to isn't like that!” but Aomaris wouldn’t back down just yet “How do you know Zecaeru!?”

Izroul knew Aomaris was only trying to protect him from the perceived threat of his communications with another world, but he couldn't help but snap back in his human friend's defense. “I do know him! He trusted me enough to give me his name even though I have not given mine! He is a powerful warlock and has spent the past 5 months staying at my side. If he wanted to hurt me he would have by now, but he hasn’t! I’m not a fool! His mind is honest and wise. He can’t reach me, but he is feeding me his food, giving me these treasures and treating me as though we are equals! Everything I have been denied as a bastard son he has given freely without asking for anything in return! He isn’t like what you say! He treats me like all of you do!” Aomaris and Zecaeru shrank away from his brother. Both startled and slightly intimidated by his outburst, and yielded to his conviction.

Izroul himself held a hand to his mouth, surprised at his own boldness. He turned away and wrapped his arms around his shoulders and breathed a heavy sighed. “I’m sorry…I just don’t see things the way you do…I don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things…could be bad…” As he lifted his head up, he looked around at each precious object he had collected and the stories behind them. He opened his mouth and began to sing. “Look at this stuff! Isn’t it neat? I don't think this collection will ever be complete. I bet you didn't think I could have…anything.~ Look at this trove! stories untold! How many wonders can one cavern hold? Looking around here you’d think, he’s finally got…everything!~” He raised his arms out as he sang passionately about how important each and every piece of his collection was to him. His brothers could only watch and listen to the voice that they thought had been permanently silenced. “I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. I've got who-zits and what-zits galore” he gestured to the many metallic objects that had different unknown functions. “You want thingamabobs?” Zecaeru opened a box full of odd looking cooking tools “I've got twenty!” he proudly chirped in. Izroul lowered himself down and closed the box in his brother's hand sadly. “But who cares? No big deal…I want more!”

“More?” Uzaeris’ visible eyes widened in surprise as Izroul blushed. He was nervous to reveal his secret wish to his brothers, but they should know how deep this went. So he continued to sing, as he twirled a music box of a dancing human couple with his finger gingerly. “I wanna be where the people are. I wanna see, wanna see them dancing! Walking around on those, what do you call them?” his mind blanked for a moment before reading Raestrao’s mind and laughed. “Oh yeah, feet! Heh heh.” but his face sank into a somber expression as he continued. “I know I’ll never get that far…noble blood is required for learning, reading! I’d rather stroll along the surface on the, what's that word again?” he paused before remembering the word. “Streets!~” he swam upwards grabbing his Mika doll on the way as he twirled, his eyes almost hypnotized by the swirling whirlpool above, imagining what lay beyond it. “Up where they walk! up where they run! Up where they stay all day in the sun!~ wandering free! Wish I could be part of that world!~”

His brothers watched him, finally seeing how fathomless his admiration for humanity was, as he sank to the sandy floor between them all. Izroul stretched himself out and relaxed against the wet sand as his doll lay beside him. “What would I pay, to spend a day warm on the sand~” after a moment he sat up and looked up into his brother's faces woefully. “I bet on land, they understand...I bet they don’t traumatize their sons.” He turned away and picked up the doll, running a hand over its head with a blush. “Bright young women.~ I’m sick of swimming!” He took the doll's arms and held it up on its feet. “Ready to stand.~” Izroul shot up to the bookshelf and picked up his Cinderella book. He flipped through the pages, showing his four brothers. “I want to know what the people know! Ask more questions and get more answers! “ he stopped on the page of Cinderella by the fireplace and pointed his finger to it. “Like, what’s a fire? And why does it...what's the word? Burn!~” he passed the book off to Uzaeris and swam up directly to the swirling portal. “ when is it my turn? Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above!” As he sang this last note he reached his arm through the portal as far as it could reach, desperately wishing he could go all the way through. But, he could just barely even touch the other world, his chest heaved a painful sigh as he withdrew his hand and held it close to his chest. He let his body sink and descend with the weight he felt in his heart. His voice was shaky and filled with tragedy. “Out of this sea...wish… I could be...part of that world~”. The final note of his song echoed off the cavern walls as he huddled into himself pitifully.

Zecaeru hugged his brother from behind, and a comforting tentacle slid over his shoulder from Uzaeris. He could feel the energy flow into him from their touch. Raestrao bent down and pet his hand over his hair. “Oh Izroul...You have been through so much, but you have found something that gives you purpose and joy. You may not be able to be human or enter their world, but I promise, we will learn every possible thing we can about them along with you. You don’t have to hide this from us anymore. We love you, your our little brother. We will help you however you need and protect you. Any friend of yours, is a friend of ours.” Izroul peeked out from his crossed arms he had buried his face in and sniffled, but smiled. Aomaris looked down at their brother over Raestrao’s shoulder.

“Alright then, if you are sure you can trust him, then we have to respect that. Like I said, I will defend the right to your happiness. But I'd still like to meet this human just to make sure.” He offered a hand to help his brother up. “Really?” Izroul asked in pleasant surprise as he accepted the offered hand . “Well, he should be coming back soon. He seems to be able to hear our voices but I can only hear his in my mind. I can act as an envoy.”

Raestro raised a hand to his chin. “I have to admit, it will be interesting to learn things I didn’t know before about humans.” Uzaeris smiled, seeming quite happy with this new arrangement. “Well this will certainly be fun!” Zecaeru smiled, already knowing it was. “Yeah! It’s like having a grandfather who is super nice and gives you presents!” Aomaris crossed his arms “I don’t mind as long as he gives us some food too, you said he was feeding you right? I’m starving”. Izroul couldn’t help but chuckle at his brothers, his doubt washed away. He stopped as he heard a familiar voice from above and looked up. “My friend, do you have guests? I thought I saw a hand reach through the portal, but it wasn’t black or blue, it was gold. And I hear many voices down there. Are you alright?” Izroul beamed and shushed everyone. “He is here. Yes! I am fine! It’s just my brothers. They would like to meet you!” Harold Anderson gave a joyful laugh. “I would love to...however, it might be a bit confusing with so many of you now, how will I be able to address each of you?”

He had a point, Izroul hadn’t considered this dilemma but relayed the issue to his brothers. “Yeah, that could pose a problem. It was easier when it was just the two of us, but with all five of us, that would be a lot harder to manage.” Zecaeru began to ponder what to do. “Perhaps he could call us by our birth order, like everyone else does?” Uzaeris suggested, but Raestrao shook his head. “No, I’m tired of being referred to like that. We won’t just be noble sons here. There has to be another solution.” Aomaris crossed his arms “as long as we don't give him our real names.” After each brother had spoken, Harold chimed in with an idea which made Izroul's face light up. “Hm? What did he say?” Raestrao asked. “He wants to give us human names to go by! He knows many names and their meanings, we could each have one!” The brothers looked to each other, contemplating the suggestion before collectively nodding and allowed their eldest brother to answer. “That sounds reasonable, so, what kinds of names does he suggest?” Izroul closed his eyes and listened as human names filled his thoughts, ready to choose just the right one, and be one step closer to being as human as he could be.

Chapter 5: See them Dancing

Mika leaned against a wall with a sigh. She was in a gorgeous and grand ballroom.. She didn't even know why she was there. Most likely it was just some ball her father had set up, to find her a husband. She could see him from where she stood, talking to some big-wig or other in the crowd. The ballroom she was in had long towering walls, with windows on every side, shining moonlight through the glass. The wallpaper that lined the walls was horizontal with intricate vine-like patterns going up to the ceiling. High above everyone there were several curved skylights along the dome like roof, with a chandelier hanging down from the center. It looked exactly like a gilded birdcage in shape and design; how apropos. She knew that none of this was real, it was all a dream she constructed in her mind. Her dreams had always been alarmingly vivid and attuned to her subconscious feelings and thoughts. Sometimes, events in her dream were strangely prophetic. Like a warning, a similar situation would often, but not always,happen in reality soon after her dream. However the meaning of this dream was clear: she was trapped by her father’s pride, wealth and the expectations he had of her.

She was on the outside of the crowd of people, watching them all from an introverted distance. She had already turned down many offers to dance from various faceless strangers. It was a masquerade ball, so everyone wore masks. Mika herself was wearing an intricate costume. She had caught a glimpse of her reflection in one of the windows. On her figure, she wore a ball gown of pure white, that gave her a very bird-like appearance. On her shoulders were two stiff layers of thick ruffled lace that frayed out like a pair of small delicate wings. A pearl necklace gleaned on her throat as a matching pair of earrings peeked out through her hair. Her sleeves were long and smooth. The cloth clung to her arms all the way down to the cuff. Her cuffs were a circular flounce of lace in a similar style to her shoulders. The bodice around her torso was lined with a stomacher of layered pleats. A pannier that draped around her full skirt had a feather pattern that resembled resting bird wings. The large skirt had a long slit down the middle, revealing the frilly petticoat underneath. A pair of uncomfortable heels that pinched her toes were strapped to her feet. The only bits of color in her elegant ensemble was a purple rose attached to a white ribbon in her hair, and spirals of blue and green decorating her otherwise plain white mask.

Not only did she feel like a bird in a cage, but she looked like one too. She almost resembled a bride. pure, virginal and innocent. Mika couldn’t deny she looked beautiful in the dress, but it didn’t truly suit her. She felt like a dressed up doll. With a heavy sigh, she contemplated willing herself awake, but as she looked out into the crowd, there was one familiar face, without a mask, that caught her attention; her grandfather. He was looking right at her, giving her his usual kind smile. As she looked upon him, she remembered how much she missed him in the short month he had been gone. Without thinking, she felt herself walking toward him. However, As her grandfather saw her coming, he suddenly turned his back on her and walked deeper into the sea of people. Mika tried to keep up but found herself lost amongst the elbowing arms and blocking backs of numerous party guests. Desperately, she searched around, trying to catch a glimpse of him again. Then, she spotted him. He was speaking to a group of young men. She shuffled her way through the crowd once more, squeezing between the huddled couples. As Mika reached the spot where she had seen him, she felt herself trip and begin to fall. As she braced herself to crash to the ground, a strong pair of arms caught hold of her, and held her close. In a surprised daze, she felt a warm blush rush over her cheeks, as she looked up at her savior.

The one who had rescued her was a young man with a calm and charming smile. He was dressed in a black suit with white accents and a cavalier hat decorated with a white quill feather; his hair was perfectly tucked under his hat and not visible. She could not make out most of his features, as they were covered by a unique monochrome mask. The mask in question was split between black and white and was curved over his nose and cheeks. The left side of the mask was a deep black, and had a fish scale texture that gave it a glossy appearance in the light. The edge was decorated with a fish tail on the side of his face. The only bit of white on this side, was a single teardrop shaped gem placed below the eye, as if he were crying. On the other half, the right side of the mask was a pale white in contrast. It was trimmed with a line of lace and perfectly outlined his forehead and temple. The white half was more human-like in appearance, with a dab of bright red blush over the cheek. What stood out most though, was a golden glass lens over the frames of the mask. His eyes could still be seen, but their color could not be distinguished behind the gold. "Don't worry, I've got you.” he reassured her in a smooth and gentle voice she did not recognize.

The mysterious man set her back on her feet, holding her hand to keep her steady. Mika couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment. Eventually, she shook her head and attempted to dissipate the sudden blush that had graced her cheeks. Once she had composed herself, she shyly released her hands from his. “Thank you. Um...I was looking for my grandfather, I believe I just saw him here.” Mika turned her head and looked around for any sign of where he went. “Yes, he was, but he had to leave...” he looked down at her, hoping he didn’t upset her with this news. “Oh, I see…thank you for telling me. I had just hoped I could spend some time with him, even like this...” the monochromed man frowned sadly upon hearing her disappointment. “I’m sorry he could not be here with you. I can see how unhappy you are at this party. Even though it’s for you, it really isn’t.” Mika stared at him wide-eyed in surprise, that’s exactly how she felt but she never would have expected him to know, let alone say it out loud. Who even was he? She did not recognize his voice, and couldn’t make out his face...and yet, she felt some sort of connection to him, even if she had just imagined him.

His voice was honest and serene. He sounded so sincere, she couldn't help but give an honest response back. “You’re right. This ball, this dress, these people, they aren't me. They represent my life however, I feel like a marionette, doing the usual song and dance. Only here to do what I'm expected to do..but…I’d rather be…” “free.” The two spoke the last word in perfect unison, much to Mika’s surprise. The man in black and white simply gave a chuckle. He turned and gestured to the ones who were with him. “We know how you feel, in our own way.” His companions consisted of four other men around his age, or maybe slightly older. Each wore a similar ensemble to the one who had saved her from her fall, with slight variants in design. Their suits and hats were each primarily one color to identify each of them. Their masks also follow the ocean theme with different sea creatures. The gold lenses however were present on each mask.

The tallest was clad in yellow and gold, with black accents. His mask was of two beautiful koi fish circling around his eyes. His hat was adorned with golden roses. The man in gold nodded in agreement and bowed like a perfect gentleman. “very much so miss. You should have the freedom to forge your own destiny.” The second man beside him was clad in scarlet, with shades of pink. Red roses graced his hat, and the rim was folded over his face to cover his right eye. His left eye donned a half mask of a purple octopus. the tentacles curved and curled around his eye to frame it. He gave a flirtatious smirk and gave a more flamboyant and swooping bow compared to that of the one in gold. “A beautiful princess such as yourself deserves to find true love, rather than a convenient match. This may be a masquerade, but having to wear a mask all the time is no way to live. Despite how lovely you look, in the one you are wearing now~”

Mika could feel her face brighten to a shade of red that almost matched the charmer's suit. The others with him only groaned. “If this party is for you, it should be what YOU want it to be! Don’t let people dictate what you can and can’t be, or dismiss your potential! You can do anything!” The smallest one of the group spoke up enthusiastically. His suit was as blue as the sea and his hat was littered with seashells of all kinds to match. His mask was similar to the gold gentleman’s mask but instead of graceful koi, there were playful dolphins dancing in the waves on the mask.

The fourth and final member of the matching set was dressed in a deep green and his mask was the most fearsome of all; A green sea serpents slithering its long body over his eyes, in a sort of figure eight. His hat had five feathers of red and orange and the middle and tallest one a bright yellow, it appeared to resemble a flame. “If your life is this boring and you don’t like it that much then do something about it. make a change, rebel, do what you want to do and tell anyone who says otherwise to fu…OW!!” before he could finish what they all assumed he was going to say, the red gentleman gave him a stern elbowing to the ribs before he could finish his crass comment.

Mika couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. The five of them seemed very close, like brothers. She had often wished for a sibling as a child to ease her loneliness, but seeing these young men’s bond touched her heart. “Who are all of you exactly? How do you know my grandfather?” She had almost forgotten this was only a dream, but the sentence made them tense up and look away to avoid answering. “We are simply your guests, and we are happy to be invited here.” The man who had caught her stood to face her and offered his black gloved hand for her to take. “If I may be so bold, if you are truly tired of this song and dance, would you perhaps like to cut those puppet strings and try a new one...with me?” Mika gave a small gasp of surprise. He was asking her to dance, but it was more than that. It was as if he was giving her a way out. To make her own choices. Encouraging her to shed the expectations of her father, to do as she liked instead regardless. She felt drawn to him, even if he was just a figment of her imagination. She wanted to dream a little longer with him, and see where it would take her. Once she put her hand in his, the four men behind her smiled at the couple and went their separate ways into the crowd, leaving the pair of them alone.

The two walked over to an uncrowded corner of the ballroom to dance. Mika placed her hand on his shoulder as the other interlaced with his. Following her lead, the man with the monochrome mask put his gloved hand on her waist, which made her tremble in bashful joy. She regained herself however, as they started to slowly synchronize their movements. The two soon began to sway to the music in perfect rhythm. As Mika gazed down to watch their steps, she gasped upon seeing the shoes of her partner. They were not made of leather but rather of some sort of black sea glass. “Glass slippers.” he said, as if reading her mind, or perhaps he just noticed her staring at his feet. He gave her an amused smile. “Yes, they are. I suppose you could call me, Cinder-fellow.” With a sudden unexpected twist of his wrist, her glass-footed prince twirled her, before resuming their previous position as if nothing had happened. Mikas face went warm again as another blush rushed to her cheeks. Why was she feeling like this? He wasn't real! and yet, he felt more real than anyone she had ever known.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” She knew the story by heart but couldn’t imagine how anyone could actually dance in them without the glass shattering. “Yes...each step I take feels like stepping on pins and needles, but, I’d say it's well worth it to be able to be here dancing with you.” Her heart quickened as he made such a remark to her so casually. However, each word was spoken with such confidence, she found herself feeling special, and was flattered. “Don’t worry about it though, the spell will come to an end at midnight, yours will too. Then we can really be who we are meant to be.” Mika stared at him confused as he gave her an enigmatic smile. He said nothing else. He was very mysterious, and he intrigued her. She felt like she wanted some control back from this alluring bewitchment he had over her. She dug deep and harnessed some courage, and with it, she twirled him this time. To top it off, she dipped him as well, just to outdo him. Although the mask he wore covered his cheeks, they could not hide the shocked blush that had appeared underneath. With a triumphant but coy smile, Mika brought him back up to stand up straight. He stared at her for a moment, not sure how to react, but then, he gave a happy charming laugh. She liked his laugh, it was very adorable and endearing.

“You know, despite your dress not meeting your tastes, it does look beautiful on you. I have always loved birds, and envied them. They have such freedom.” Mika couldn’t help but give a quiet cynical scoff. “Not if they are trapped in a cage.” The masked stranger shook his head at her. “All cages have latches that can be opened. But more importantly, all birds have wings which they can spread...to fly.” Just as he had said that, the moment of midnight sounded. He continued to dance with her, but with each chime in the ballroom, the people and even the floor beneath their feet began to vanish and fade away. Not only that, but the colors of the white gown Ms. Anderson wore began to peel off of the fabric like molting feathers, revealing shades of blue and purple underneath. The white feathers swirled around them and began to land and latch itself onto the attire of her gentleman friend. As his suit transformed from black to white, the black fish motif on his mask began to melt away, to reveal a matching side to the other half.

However, he did not seem to react, as his eyes were solely locked onto her. “You look beautiful.” The young Ms. Anderson looked down at herself to see she had gone through a complete metamorphosis. Her pearls were still around her neck , and the ribbon with the flower still in her hair. But the white bow had turned blue and the purple rose had become a white Lily, with tints of purple on the inside. She could feel and see a dark blue sash around her waist, tied into a bow behind her. Her bodice was now blue with a swirling pattern of a glimmering embroidered purple thread. Blue straps matching her sash hung over her collarbone. A pair of short sheer sleeves attached to the straps billowed down just past her shoulders. She guided her hands and trailed them down her lower body. The bulky hoop skirt had vanished and a sky blue skirt sprinkled with silver speckles had taken its place. She felt much more comfortable and free with every movement, as the skirt flowed loosely around legs.The fabric draped over the skirt was now a sheer purple fabric that was light as air and shimmered as she held the ends with her now teal satin gloved hands. The uncomfortable heels that pinched were now comfortable slippers that made her feet feel like she was dancing on a cloud.

But as her gaze came down to her feet she could see that the environment changed along with her dress, and Instead of the large round ornate floor they were dancing on before, they were now standing on the water of a blue lagoon. The vine-like patterns of the wallpaper transformed into actual teal vines of a large willow tree above them. On instinct and fear of falling through the water, Mika gripped the coat collar of her now white suited suitor and shut her eyes tightly. The same pair of strong arms that had saved her from her fall, now wrapped around her form. A voice whispered in her ear soothingly. “Trust me. I won’t let you go.” Mika lifted her head to look back up at him, still hesitating and uneasy on her feet. “I...I’m not so sure about this.“ her partner only smiled and touched his forehead to hers. “I promise.” Mika felt her face heat up again and looked back at him for any sign of deceit or uncertainty but only found unwavering confidence. She squeezed his hand and let out the breath in her chest she had been holding in. Then, she stood up and regained her posture. “alright. I trust you.” Her partner let out a soft relieved sigh. “good.” And with that, Her new friend smiled and resumed their dance. It was magical. He even began to hum a lovely unknown song to her, to replace the music of the ballroom. Just by the tone of his voice, she could tell he was likely an amazing singer.

“Who are you really?” Her curiosity overwhelmed her as it bubbled in her chest, she knew she had never met this person based on his voice, was he someone she eventually would meet outside her dream world? She didn’t know, but she wanted to, desperately. “You can’t tell? I thought it was obvious.” He watched her amused as she struggled to place him. He stopped dancing and leaned down and gave her a small seductive smirk. “I’m the man of your dreams. ~” there was a moment of silence between the two as Mika processed what he had just said, and felt herself stifle a snicker before bursting into giddy laughter. she couldn’t help herself. The man's face turned a deep shade of red in embarrassment but a smile began to form as he joined in her laughter at his own remark. “Ha ha ha, I’m sorry, one of my older brothers told me to say that, but now that I’ve said it out loud I can see how corny it sounds.” As their laughter died down the two stared at one another with rosy cheeks and quickened heartbeats. His white gloved took hers as raised the young maiden's knuckles to his lips. He then graced them with a kiss. “I'm sorry. I know this is all confusing and strange. And, I know this is just a dream, and you will wake up soon. I am not who you think I am, in more ways than one, but whether it be inside your mind, or in reality...I want to be with you.”

Time seemed to stand still. Mika felt her face turn scarlet with this sudden declaration. What did he mean he was not what he seemed? He was aware he was part of a dream? Who was he and how did their lives connect? Did she make him up…or could he be real? Out there somewhere in the real world? She felt dizzy with each new question that swirled around in her mind. As she opened her mouth to respond and say something, anything, A dark shiver went up her spine and shook her to her core. It stopped her in her tracks, literally. As she looked down at her feet, she saw a scaly red hand with black claws gripping her ankle tightly. It had emerged from below the lagoon's surface. the water turned black. Before she could utter a sound she was pulled down below into the depths. “ No!!!” her enigmatic admirer cried out. As promised, he would not let her go. He gripped her hand that he still held onto firmly, trying desperately pull her back up to him. Only his arm could go through the veil between the water and the surface. It was as if he was kneeling down on a frozen lake and reaching through a crack in the ice. The “water” was thick and tar-like. Mika hopelessly tried to keep hold of his wrist. She struggled and kicked the creature that was attempting to drown her in the darkness. She held her breath, fearing what might flow into her lungs if she attempted to open her mouth to scream. Whatever had gotten hold of her would not give up so easily, and dug its nails into her skin. A sharp wave of pain shot through her. Some air escaped from her nostrils from the shock as she tried

Looking down at the creature in the inky blackness. What she saw horrified her. A pair of sickening yellow eyes leered up at her with a sadistic gleam. A row of razor sharp teeth formed into a manic grin that gave a howl of evil laughter at seeing her pain and fear. She was trapped in a tug of war between both the hero who wanted to save her and the monster that wanted her dead. To ensure the fate of its prey would be sealed, the beast gave a sharp yank. The grip was so tight, it could break her ankles in an instant if she struggled in any way. The pain was too much. She opened her mouth in a grunt of anguish as water and darkness forced itself into her lungs. The grip of the valiant hero had given way from his grasp, leaving him only clutching her empty blue glove. She could feel herself drowning, a heavy sleepiness took over and everything became distant and far away as she sank. The muffled scream of the one who tried to save her faded away. She could just barely make out the sound of a splash. The grip on her ankles released and among the shadows she heard a garbled scream of agony from the voice that had cackled at her misery. Before she could black out, a familiar figure grasped her, and shot up to the surface with intense speed.

As they emerged, Mika felt the air in her lungs return. Coughing violently, she choked and spat out the black water she had swallowed. A black stream dripped down her chin. A large piece of driftwood floating on the waves was holding her up. As her eyes adjusted and she blinked away salty tears, she could see it was no longer the peaceful lagoon. She was adrift in a raging sea in the middle of a storm. “I’m...ghh!...sorry...” the voice of her savior heaved in distress and regret. But, when she turned back to him, all could see was a pool of sea foam. “No! Where did you go!?” she turned around and peered over the side of her makeshift raft. Her eyes scanned over the water trying to see any sign of him under the waves. But, there was nothing but the white sea foam. She was alone. She placed her face in her hands, sobbing. Her heart ached and she was terrified as thunder roared and lightning crackled. One sound that seemed out of place began to resonate and only grow louder. A mocking woman's laughter rang out all around her. Unable to take it, the crying castaway lifted her hands to her ears to block it out. As she stared down at her knees through tears, a shadow loomed over her from behind. She only had enough time to turn her head to see a giant wave before it crashed down upon her.

Chapter 6: Bright Young Women

GASP! Mika sat up with a start from the weight of the collapsing wave. But, to her surprise and great relief there was not a ripple of water in sight. The exhausted dreamer flopped back down against her fluffy pillow and snuggled under her warm sheets. What a vivid and complex dream. Never in her life had she experienced a dream so symbolic and deep before, no pun intended. Her mind couldn’t help but linger on the handsome and kind masked “man of her dreams.” She was sure it would drive her crazy with both embarrassment and...almost a sad sort of grief if she dwelled on it too long. Still though, if she were ever to meet him, or someone like him in real life...then perhaps their story could continue on past the tragic ending of her nightmare. Her thoughts were broken by a light tapping at her window which caught her attention. A beautiful white dove sat upon her window ledge expectantly tilting its head at her. A smile graced the young woman’s lips as she pushed aside the covers and walked barefoot to the window. Once the window was drawn open, the dove quickly zipped in and fluttered around the form of its human friend, before landing on her shoulder. The dove nuzzled under her chin with a pleasant coo.

“Hello Columbia. It’s been a while. I’ve missed you! Did you deliver my letter to grandfather?” The dove seemed to give a nod and hopped around on her shoulder. A small tube was fastened to the bird's back, like a knapsack. “Ah! Did he write back? Wonderful! Good girl.” with just a gentle finger she gently rubbed the bird's throat. The bird happily approved and stretched its wings out in blissful pleasure. She walked over to the desk in her room. Columbia’s human perch sat down at her desk. She patted the wooden surface,urging the messenger to finalize the delivery. “Come on, lets see it, then you can go rest and I’ll give you a well deserved meal.” At the promise of food the little white bird flew down from her shoulder onto the desk in front of them and stretched its wings out. Mika carefully unbuckled the straps of its luggage and freed its wings. After a quick stretch Columbia cooed a thank you and took flight. It headed straight for Mika’s bookshelf. On the highest shelf was a handmade wicker nest with soft bedding and a dish for food and water. With the message tube still in her hands she filled the dish to the brim with bird seed and gave her little friend a pet before leaving it to its breakfast. Mika then sat down to unscrew the cap of the cylindrical container and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper. The paper was indeed a letter to her in response to the one she sent. Eagerly, she set the avian knapsack aside and sat down at her desk to read.

My dearest Granddaughter.

Thank you very much for your wonderful letter. I am so grateful we have our loyal feathered friends, Pax and Columbia, to help us stay in touch. It is good to know your father approves of the new company ship, I’m sure it will suit the needs of the company very well. As for me, I have been having a splendid time with the acquaintance I told you about, whom I can now proudly call a friend. His name is Damien. I have been teaching him and his four brothers about many things they have never seen or experienced before. They are very bright, polite and inquisitive young men. However, it has been difficult to meet with them and avoid being caught by their ruthless father. I hope and plan to get them out of the situation, to safety and freedom. When I do, I hope one day I can introduce you to them. I gave your doll to Damien as you requested and he was very grateful and touched. He treasures it. He hopes that one day he can meet you and thank you in person. He does not have much himself…he has only survived in his family thanks to his brothers, but he wanted to send something in return to show his gratitude. I have sent it along with this letter. I will likely be gone another two or three weeks, I am confident your father will handle the company well. However, as he is preoccupied with that, perhaps you can use this time to think about what it is you want to do, without his influence. If you truly wish to take over the company one day, I will happily give you my blessing and every resource to do so. But, I would never force it upon you if it’s not what you want to do. You should have the freedom to explore every opportunity. I am so proud of you. Whatever path you choose, I will support you . So, Don't worry too much about it, you have plenty of time to decide. Besides, you should do what makes you happy as well. I look forward to your next letter. I love you sweetie. I’ll see you again soon.

Love, your grandfather ,

Harold Anderson.

Mika felt tears begin to bubble at the corners of her eyes. He always knew just what to say to make her feel empowered and encouraged. It was also great news that he had managed to help that boy and his brothers. Damien, that was a very nice name. Her heart went out to him, every child, even a grown up one, deserves at least one toy to cherish. She wondered what he and his brothers were like...wait...brothers?...how strange. In his letter her grandfather mentioned four brothers, and in her dream four young men were with her mysterious masked man. He also mentioned having a brother when he made that corny joke. Mika shook it off as coincidence for now, and turned her attention to the capsule the letter had come in. It had felt heavier than usual. Her curiosity had been piqued. She lifted up the tube and tipped it over her outstretched hand. What slid out and landed in her palm was a smooth black and white agate stone. “Woah!” As she raised the stone to the light to get a better look, she could see it sparkled and had a beautiful glossy sheen to it. The texture was smooth and sleek, as though polished, but it smelled of the ocean. It was a sea stone.The agate was mostly a pale pearl white but had misty splotches of black, like ink dissolving in water. It was gorgeous and cool to the touch. Mika turned it over in her fingers and felt a blush invade her cheeks. Her mind once again recollected her “dream man” dressed in his black sea glass slippers.

A knock on her bedroom door pulled her out of her imagination. “Dear? Are you awake? It’s time for breakfast, you can’t sleep in all day! It’s already nearly 10! “ her mother’s sweet and matronly voice called beyond her door. The clock on the wall informed her that her mother was correct, it was 9:45 in the morning. Thankfully it was a Sunday and she had no obligations or study sessions, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. “I'm awake mother! Just let me get dressed and I’ll be down very soon.” Mika stood from her desk chair and went over to her dresser to pick something out. Her mother replied “alright darling. I will prepare a plate for you then! But don’t take too long, I don’t want it to get cold.” “Alright!” She picked out a simple blue tunic with long sleeves and corset, with a dark blue skirt with secret pockets she added herself. Being the granddaughter of a toy maker had its advantages when it came to tailoring and sewing. “Columbia? I’m going down to breakfast, I’ll have some fruits and vegetables brought up to you alright?” The little white bird cooed in thanks as it snuggled into its wicker nest.

Mika sat down at her family dining room table to a plate of her favorite breakfast. She was sure her mother had prepared it for her. Mrs. Anderson was a kind and docile woman who loved her daughter dearly. She had noticed how lonely her daughter had been without her grandfather and did her best to make up for it. Her husband sat at the table quietly reading the paper, occasionally sipping coffee and absently eating his food. Mika rolled her eyes at this predictable sight, and focused her attention on her food. Her meal melted in her mouth as she savored the flavor. “Thank you mother! This is wonderful!” Mrs. Anderson smiled contently. “Ah, er..yes. It’s very good, dear. Thank you.” David Anderson lifted his eyes from his paper for a split second to nod to his wife and give a distracted thank you before returning to reading. Mika stifled a scoff to herself as she raised another forkful to her lips. The three family members sat in somewhat awkward silence, until the welcome disturbance of visitors at the door. A house servant approached the archway of the dining room with a bow. “Lady Patterson and Signora Cappini have arrived calling upon Miss Mika.”

With a renewed spirit, Mika looked up from her now empty plate at this pleasant surprise. “Lady Patterson and Singora Cappini,“ (or Naomi and Suzu, as she knew them) were her best friends since childhood. Naomi Patterson was the daughter of a governor and was a perfect lady, she was very feminine and well mannered but could be a bit rigid and ditzy. Suzu Cappini on the other hand was anything but formal or high class. Her father was an immigrant from Italy who had married a local of their hometown. Her family ran a gambling house by the docks. While technically legal, it was still very taboo. Many rumors about her family being involved with criminals and even pirates were commonplace. Anyone who knew her family well strongly denied it. Their business was successful enough to allow Suzu private tutors and group study sessions, where Mika and Naomi had met and befriended her. All three of them were in tutoring groups to study together as peers with other well off young women. Despite their different backgrounds they all got along like peas in a pod, despite some good natured teasing and tiffs.

With the pleading eyes of a puppy, Mika turned to her parents. Silently begging them to allow her to see her friends. David sighed and grumbled, leaving the decision to his wife. “Of course dear. go ahead and let them in.” The servant nodded and went to see the young women in. “Good morning Mr. and Mrs Anderson!” Naomi wore her usual cute white bow and a pink and white dress, while Suzu wore a green mens coat, green blouse with a corset and some beige slacks. “Ciao.” Laura Anderson greeted them with a warm smile as Mika ran up to give them both a hug. “I hope we aren't intruding on your meal.” Naomi glanced over at the patriarch at the head of the table, who lowered his newspaper to greet their guests like a proper host. “Not at all Miss Patterson...Miss Cappini.” It was clear by the tone of his voice directed at Suzu that he did not approve of her, or her friendship with his daughter. But, she was of a high enough standing to be tolerated, despite her unladylike quirks. Suzu shared a mutual dislike of him as well, but refused to let it get to her. “ Well Mr. Anderson, we were hoping to take Mika here out for the day, that wouldn’t be too much of a problem would it?” Suzu nonchalantly asked. “May I please go out with them today? I don’t have any tutoring sessions and I finished all my studying.” Their daughter clasped her hands together in a socially deprived plea. “It’s fine with me sweetie. David, we should let her go have fun with her friends. She has been cooped up studying twice as hard as usual ever since your father left. I think she deserves a day out. Don’t you?” Thankfully Mikas mother was on her side, which might just convince her father. “Hmph. Fine, but you know the rules. No going by the docks or the water and be home by curfew. And don’t spend your allowance on frivolous things; if you are going to buy anything it should be something sensible.”

Mika wanted to argue but held her tongue since the answer was technically a yes. “Alright! Thank you Father! Let me just go give some snacks to Columbia and get my bag.” As she ran upstairs she could hear her father nag her from the steps. “Remember to keep your window open and your door shut! I don’t want that thing flying around my house!”. Columbia was still peacefully resting in the nest after the long flight when Mika entered her room. She placed the fresh fruits and vegetables by the seed dish and gave her feathered friend a little pet. She collected her bag and was about to head out, when she stopped, looking over at the lovely stone upon her desk. Upon picking it up and holding it in her palm, it tingled against her skin, like some sort of energy resonated from it. On impulse she put the stone in her bag. Perhaps she could bring it to a jeweler and have it turned into a ring or necklace. She bid her bird goodbye, closed her bedroom door and left with her friends.

Mika, Suzu and Naomi (or the Triple Threat Trio as Suzu called their group, much to Naomi’s annoyance) made their way through the streets of their coastal town. “Man, I’m glad we managed to pull you out of there! your dad has been working you like a dog with studying, when he’s not treating you like a prized show pony.” Suzu stretched and rubbed her neck as they walked, she was a very blunt girl and cared very little about the need to filter her words when it was just the three of them. “Suzu! Don’t say that! I’m sure Mr. Anderson has his reasons, even if we don’t quite understand them.” Naomi often played the devil's advocate. She was the type of person to give people the benefit of the doubt even if it was undeserved. “Suzu is right Naomi, I’ve felt like a prisoner in my own home ever since my grandfather left. I feel like he is planning something big and is just waiting to spring it on me. Thanks for taking me out. I really need it.” Mika took the arms of each of her friends as she walked between them. They always had her back, even as kids. The two girls didn’t mind and gave a friendly laugh at their exhausted friend.

However their happy moment could not last forever as they saw a particular debutant and her giggling gaggle of girls approaching. “Oh great, it's Lisette.” Lisette White was a very wealthy socialite and very well liked and popular because of her seemingly perfect life, amiable demeanor and upper class upbringing. David Anderson had tried to get his daughter to befriend her at a young age, but they never clicked. She was stuck up, bossy, and a bit of a bully with her subtlety. Mika did not want a friend like that. Both women were equally intelligent and capable. a sort of unspoken rivalry was born, and only grew as they aged. Lisette adored all the attention from her many suitors and admirers and couldn’t even fathom why her rival was hesitant and choosy when it came to the pursuit of love. Lisette found this trait of hers to be a victory over her rival. The three girls ignored her and her entourage as they passed, only sharing a brief tension filled glance before continuing on their way.

After browsing and shopping in a few stores on their little outing they decided to head to their favorite cafe around lunchtime to chat and eat. The Pink Lady cafe was a very popular establishment for the young women in town, as well as young couples for a romantic date. The Cafe’s prominent feature was the color scheme. Pink. pink all around everywhere hence the name. Pink floral curtains, pink floral wallpaper and even pink floral cushions on the seats. The desserts and snacks were well worth the extra feminine atmosphere for those who frequented, and thus the cafe was often quite busy. The girls had become great friends with the proprietor, a woman who only went by the Initial ‘K’. “Hello girls! Oh, It’s so good to see you! Go ahead and take your regular table! It’s open today! I will be with you ladies in just a bit.” The red-headed hostess greeted them merrily as she gestured to a particular table, which the girls often claimed when they visited. It was the perfect spot. The table was set up right by the window overlooking the sea, with nothing to obstruct the view. It was closest to the kitchen area so their meals always arrived quickly, but had enough privacy in the corner to talk freely. The girls sat down and browsed the menu deciding what kind of meal they wanted that day. sweets and desserts? or a small light lunch? or perhaps both? Once they chose what they wanted to eat, they now had to decide on their topic of conversation.

“We could talk about our studies. Or maybe the latest gossip? Oh!...or how about boys! I’ve seen some really handsome ones pass by the cafe!” Naomi was the kind of girl who crushed on men frequently and had fantasies of the perfect fairytale romance. Suzu groaned and rested her head in her palm which was propped by her elbow. “No way! That's all you ever want to talk about. Besides, just because you are a cute ditzy blonde doesn't mean the rest of us are guy magnets, well except Anderson but that's only because her father tries to play matchmaker with every wealthy business-headed family’s son he can. Besides, there are no guys that would ever be good enough for the two of us~” Suzu gave a wink at Mika who gave a small giggle in return and shrugged. “No, I guess not. Not in real life anyway…probably…” her best friends raised an eyebrow and spoke in unison at their friends' sudden hint of potential regard. “probably!?!” A red tint of embarrassment spread over Mika’s face as her friends now stared her with eager inquiring looks.

To Mika’s great relief, K arrived to take the girls order. “Ah! K! I’ll take the Macaroni and cheese and some soda water please!” K gave her a thumbs up and took the other two girl’s orders as well. Naomi ordered a tuna fish finger sandwich and some juice. Suzu, (always one with a tongue of fire) ordered some spicy chicken breast and pepper chips. All too soon, K departed their table, taking Mika's only distraction from the upcoming prodding from her friends away as well. “ So what do you mean probably?! Did you change your mind on finding a guy? Is there someone you like?!” Suzu scooted closer to her in anticipation. Naomi pouted at the disproportionate reaction compared to her suggestion on the topic. “Suzu! I thought you didn't want to talk about boys!” Suzu merely scoffed. “This is different, Patterson! this is ANDERSON we are talking about, she has NEVER shown an interest in boys before. This is groundbreaking! And this is the only time that talking about it actually sounds interesting.” Naomi puffed out her cheeks, looking almost offended. “HEY!” Suzu held her hands up defensively. “Woah woah calm down, I only meant we always hear about YOUR crushes and ideal guys. It can get kind of old. Don't you think Anderson here deserves a chance now that she actually has something to add?” Naomi looked down still a bit moody but couldn't fight suzu’s blunt logic “well I suppose you are right. It’s only fair. And, I would be lying if I said I wasn't dying to know more as well!” Mika sighed in defeat, now that BOTH of them agreed, (a rare circumstance indeed) with a united front, there was no point getting around it now.

“Well, I did have this dream last night…” Suzu gave Mika a sly grin and leaned over in a whisper. “ohhh I get it, was it your first we…” Before Suzu could finish, a red faced Naomi covered her friend's mouth in a flustered panic. “Suzu hush!! That’s totally inappropriate! We are in public ! “ Suzu, annoyed with being silenced, licked Naomi's palm to make her let go. Naomi shrieked and pulled her hand away and quickly began to wipe it on a napkin. “It was just a joke Naomi, calm down, don’t be such a prude.” Naomi snapped her head back to her friend with a glare. “don’t be vulgar Suzu!” In order to stop her friends bickering and to clear up this embarrassing misconception, Mika quickly corrected Suzu with a face even redder than Naomi’s. She shook her head fervently. “NO! No...nothing like that! It was like a storybook.” Naomi’s eyes twinkled at the romantic implication and Suzu rolled her eyes. “ugh, this isn’t one of those Prince Charming types of dreams is it?” the tiny Italian whined as she leaned back in her chair with a disappointed slump. “Not exactly, you see, it started out like this…” and so Mika went on to describe her dream, even as K brought their food and sat down to listen too. She went into detail about the ball, the mysterious quintet of men and the one she danced with. She even described the magical part where their clothes and environment changed, all the way up to the confession. She purposely withheld what happened after that when the dream turned into a nightmare. She did not want her friends to worry or pity her, and she herself did not want to think back on that fear she had experienced during that point.

Naomi was practically swooning once the retelling had concluded. “That’s so romantic!! I wish I could have a dream like that!” K agreed with Naomi. “Wow! That’s one vivid dream! It has so many possible meanings behind it. It sounds like the perfect love story.” K’s eyes had a flash of inspiration. She was very creative and claimed she liked to write epic stories in her free time, but she never told them to anyone. Even Suzu seemed to enjoy the dramatic narrative. “Yeah, I have to admit, that does sound pretty interesting. Your “dream boy” sounds like a good guy. Are you sure you made him up and he isn't someone you met at some point and just forgot about?” Mika shrugged, taking a spoonful of her cheesy pasta and washing it down with her drink. “I don’t think so, I couldn't make out his face other than a glance at his eyes...and his voice. He had a really lovely voice, but not one that I recognized.” Naomi frowned, a bit deflated. “That’s too bad. If only there was a guy out there in the real world who you felt a connection with, like you did in your dream.” Suzu chuckled. “Yeah Anderson, too bad you don’t have some other mystery man our age you’ve never met who wants to be with you…” Mika nodded...but then she remembered that she sort of did. “Um...well...actually…” all three women stared wide eyed and leaned in closer. Mika reached into her bag and placed the agate on the table in front of her. “Wow! That’s gorgeous! Where did you get that?” Naomi picked up the stone to examine it. “From a friend of my grandfather...a guy my age...that I never met?” Mika gave a nervous laugh as she rubbed her neck awkwardly. Suzu nearly choked on her drink. “I wasn’t being serious!! Who is this other guy??”

Mika once again went into a brief explanation of what her grandfather had told her about him. She also told them about getting the letter with the stone that very morning. “Oh! That poor guy, I hope your grandfather helps him. He must have really had it bad. But at least he was sweet enough to give you something so special even if it was all he could get. Maybe you two could become friends.” Naomi said as she handed the stone back. “Or more!” Suzu nudged Her friends with a wink. “Ha Ha, who knows. Either way, whatever happens, when or If I meet the right guy, I’ll just know.” Mika turned her head to glimpse out at the calm blue ocean water that led to a world of possibilities and places she had yet to experience. One day though, she would set out to see it all for herself. “Maybe he is out there somewhere right now...waiting for me to meet him too.” Her friends agreed and continued to chat as Mika watched the waves with a longing in her eyes. K kept her eyes on Mika Anderson with a knowing smile. “What a perfect protagonist.” She thought to herself “ she doesn't even know how truly right she is.”

Chapter 7: I want more

A quiet and peaceful melodic hum echoed off the walls of an old rarely used hallway of the undersea palace of the Sea lord. Izroul, or “Damien”, as he now preferred to refer to himself as in his mind, and amongst his brothers. He was dreamily leaning against a stone pillar in the shadows. Since he had confessed to his brothers, he had felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. Harold Anderson had miraculously managed to win his brothers over, even “Sam”, that is, Aomaris. The wise old human treated each of them with the kindness each of them individually needed.

“Matthew” also known as Zecaeru, would endlessly ask about toys and games and recreate his own, having Damien describe what he made to their human friend for approval, hopeful for praise. Uzaeris chose the name “Erik”, and had taken a keen interest in the garments in his collection. Clothes were not deemed necessary under the waves. Siren and merfolk had little need to cover anything up or keep warm, unlike humans. Occasionally for very formal events, the noble sea dwellers were allowed to wear capes and vests. Mermaids may also be allowed to indulge in a top or brassiere of some kind. But Erik was fascinated by the different styles, fabric and adornments. A unique form of self expression. With a needle and thread provided by Matthew, Erik had been instructed by Harold, via Damien on how to sew.

“James”, their eldest brother Raestrao absorbed every piece of information he could gather of the human world from the little bookshelf in the cove. He came across the name “James” and claimed it. Sam was the odd brother out. He did not care much about the human items or stories, he only cared that the others enjoyed it. Sam also took the longest to trust the human toy maker, but when he finally did, it was obvious that Sam respected him greatly. The five brothers had bonded over this secret, more than they ever had over anything. The more they learned about the human world, the more Damien longed to be able to see it for himself and...to be human himself. To run away with his brothers and visit the town and meet other humans, like Harold's granddaughter.

As he thought of her a red tint painted his cheeks. From what he was shown and told about Mika, she represented the perfect human. Kind, adventurous, creative and could learn anything she could ever want to know freely. He felt admiration and slight envy, but there was another emotion he could only identify as... desire? Despite being a siren, a creature of alluring seduction and sexuality, he had never before experienced any kind of intimacy of that nature. His only source of energy had been familial brotherly love. Every siren knew love was an impossible feat for their kind. But he felt a sort of attraction to her, whether it was because she was human, or because he found her beautiful and kind enough to give him a gift without even knowing him,he couldn’t tell. But he just liked thinking about her as he hummed.

His humming was interrupted by a particularly disgusting and sycophantic servant to the Sea lord. It was a Feejee. A chimeric sort of sea creature usually composed of multiple parts of land mammals that roamed above the water in The Abyssal Plains and some other limbs or tails of other aquatic creatures. Their combinations were often disturbing and hideou…but lowly and obedient, perfect slaves and servants. This one was a grotesque mixture of a frog and an animal known as a pig. A Pigfrog. It had a large snubbed nose and floppy ears. Its skin was a pink naked flesh color, it had spots and freckles on its body and its lower half was that of a frog, standing on its back legs, in a natural bent sitting position. It sneered at the bastard son.

“You! Boy! Did I just hear you…HUMMING!? that's dangerously close to singing you know, Bastard son. Perhaps I should tell the Sealord about this, about his arrogant Bastard child who doesn't know his place or the privilege he has to even be alive.” Normally, Damien would have kept silent and slithered away to avoid confrontation and the servants sickening hostile thoughts, but…he had found a wave of confidence wash over him, that had subtly been growing since he made his new friend...and…something else that felt...darker. So instead he pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on, the water started to feel ice cold as he glared at the imputent servant with a deadly icy stare.

The Pigfrog was a bit surprised by the leer aimed at him by the siren treated less than a slave. But, the feejee’s own scorn and foolish pride, thinking he was untouchable was more prevalent. “Boy, Wha–” But Damien's voice, dripping with contempt from years of pain and abuse, cut him off. “What I am doing here, is no longer any of your concern to you. I may be a bastard, but I am the Sea Lord's son regardless. You will tell my father nothing, and I won't take insults from you anymore...”

At this point, Sam had been aimlessly wandering around the castle by himself when a shiver ran down his spine as he sensed something wrong, the water had gotten colder. He had heard voices and peered around the wall into the hallway, it seemed to be coming from, seeing his brother with a servant. Sam was about to swim over to defend him when he saw Damien seemed to be handling it himself…perhaps a bit too much.

“Then what are you going to do, bastard son?” Damien began to slowly swim and approach the servant. The shadows danced from the glowing crystals on the walls that acted as lamps and the only source of light, which now seemed to have dimmed the closer Damien got to the servant. “I'm finally going to shut you up.” The sense of superiority quickly fell from the Pigfrog's face and was replaced with fear and desperation as Damien continued to move in on him. “If you threaten me, you threaten him!!” Damien didn't care. His glare could practically kill, as though he was ready to spill some blood, he steadily encroached on the sniveling servant as he towered over him like a shadow. “I've taken your insults for long enough. Now, I get peace.” Sensing that the siren was dead serious the pigfrog backed away from Damien in terror. “Stay away!!” But Damien would not.

“I've had enough of you–” Before Damien could permanently silence the servant, he stopped, hearing someone else's thoughts. He turned to see Sam swim up to them and place a hand on Damien's shoulder. “Hey! It's okay…” Sam's presence seemed to snap Famien out of the darkness that had momentarily engulfed him, his tense body finally loosening as he composed himself and remained quiet. “Y..You're a monstrosity that was never meant to be born!” he pointed a webbed finger at Damien. “I am going to tell the Sealord–” “Nothing.” Sam then turned to the trembling pigfish with a dangerous look. “You will tell him nothing. If so much as a bubble escapes your lips about this, I will let my brother kill you afterall, if I don't do it myself. Leave. Now.” A wave of terror and defeat flushed over the amphibious minion and obeyed out of cowardness, hopping away frantically but gave one last hateful look back before disappearing out of sight.

“Hey! Dam….Izroul, are you alright? What was that?” Sam corrected himself, refraining from saying their human names aloud in the castle, as they had agreed on, so nonprying ears still might hear. “I had just…had enough”. Sam looked down at his brother with concern but didn't question him further. “Well, it was certainly impressive! He looked ready to croak right then and there.” Damien gave a soft halfhearted chuckle and nodded. “Look, I'll meet you later at you know where. Just…stay out of trouble until then alright?” A green tinted hand ruffled the younger brother's orange hair. before they both departed their separate ways.

Damien had nowhere else to go but his secret grotto, so there he went. He laid down on the sand staring up everything around him directly into the spiraling portal above him. He waited. Harold Anderson would always make himself known when he was ready to talk. Aside from James, Mr. Anderson felt more like a father than the sealord ever could be in the slightest. He wondered what it would be like to live as a human. He and his brothers. He could only imagine it. He could see James in some sort of leadership position, of his own choice of course, and would likely adapt very quickly, Erik would no doubt try to charm as many human women as he could and try on every outfit that would fit him. Sam…welll…he didn't know what Sam would be like as a human. He knew Matthew would want to have as much fun as possible. Damien just wanted to experience humanity, to learn and socialize and just be present. Alone once again he began to sing the wordless song that he had made up, that had been stuck in his head for days.

“Damien?” The familiar voice of his surrogate father figure called down to him. He LOVED when he or the others called him by that name. It just felt so right. “I'm here!” Damien sat up excitedly. I have something for you, son, Mika has gotten your gift and has written back. Since you can not read, I shall read it to you. alright?” Damien's eyes glimmered in anticipation. Harold cleared his throat and began to read.

Dearest Grandfather

Thank you so much for your letter, it really made my day. And thank you for your support in me choosing my own fate. I have been doing some research while father is busy. Whatever I choose, I will fight for my right to pursue it. Anyway, I was hoping you could relay my thanks to Damien for the beautiful stone. It's stunning. I have made it into a necklace. I want to return the favor. I cant send columbia back with anything too heavy but i think these marbles will do just fine. One for him and each of his brothers to play together. I also hope to meet him someday as you suggested as well. Give him my regards. Please stay safe out there and come home soon.

Love, your granddaughter

Mika.

A flush washed over Damein's cheeks. She really did think of him. She had liked the stone he had found for. And she sent another gift! But…Marble? As in the heavy stone?

As if the warlock could read HIS mind he chuckled. “A marble is a type of toy, a glass ball you can play games with. They are really quite small. Here, I will drop them down.” As was routine now, Damien swam up just under the portal, holding his hands out. Five small colorful balls made of glass fell into his hand. Each a different color or mixture of colors. Damien picked a white and black one and began rolling it between his thumb and pointer fingers to feel the weight and texture of it. It was smooth and cool to the touch, it had some weight but hardly heavy at all. All of them shimmered as light bounced off of them. It reminded him of little pearls. Damien smiled, curiosity and fascination over taking him…but that smile soon turned bittersweet and he gave an audible sigh.

“What's the matter? Do you not like them?” Damien fumbled with the marble at the question. Placing the one he was examining in his palm with the others. “NO! No. I love them! They are wonderful! Really!…I just…"Damien hesitated. Did he really want to say what he desired out loud? Was it even possible? And what of his brothers? As these conflicting thoughts swirled in his head, his wise friend spoke and said what he couldn't find the words for.

“You want to go to the Human world and see real humans and learn more…don't you? To run away and be safe here with your brothers… Damien looked up at the portal slackjawed. “A…Are you sure you're not a mind reader too?...” This question was only met with a chuckle…but did not deny it either. Damien sighed. “Yes. More than anything….But…” He stopped mid sentence, his human friend's mind already giving him an answer. He was completely gobsmacked, unable to speak for a few moments. “Y..You….You could really do that? You WOULD do that?? For me??...” “Yes. I can and would happily, I would need your help and your brother's help though, in order for it to work. And it would have to be soon, I will need to return back to my family eventually. When all your brothers are there and ready, we can do it.” Damien could hardly believe it. He couldn't help himself and did a somersault in the water. “THANK YOU! Thank you so much!!” Finally a chance to be free! to be safe,)! to be with his brothers all the time…a chance to be where the people are…the human world.

“That boy!…” The Feejee Pigfrog was hopping about the castle, angrily stewing to himself over the enxounter earlier that day when the Bastard Son confronted him, and when the Third Son had stepped in as well. “What do the other noble sons think of him!? They treat him like an equal! He is no noble son and he will never be. He is a bastard child, born to a bit–” before the Pigfrog could finish speaking aloud he spotted the Third Son heading out into the courtyard. He did not want to show his face in case the Third son threatened him again…and yet…something was off.The Third Son was an aggressive lazy brat who spent his days doing whatever he pleased, swimming in a sauntering manor. However, this time he seemed to be moving with purpose, as if heading somewhere, the only time he and the servants saw this behavior was when the noble sons and the bastard son would get together…but he was going to the couryard…usually they five of them conversed in the halls…The feejee couldn't shake off this odd feeling and steadily hopped after him. Following him to see where he would go.

Sam was indeed headed somewhere with purpose, to the Grotto. He approached the wall and recited the words Damien had taught him in a whisper. The stones shifted and cleared allowing him into the passage. He then spoke the closing spell behind and everything went back into place as usual, as if nothing had happened. Only this time…unbeknownst to him, someone had witnessed it.

As Sam swam down the illuminated paths following the vein-like patterns he saw the boulder had already been moved aside. He saw Damien and Matthew huddled beside each other in the middle of the grotto. Matthew was rolling a blue glass ball in his hands absently as he spoke to his younger brother. “Do you think we should?” “I really want to.” Damien looked at his brother with a strong earnest longing in his eyes. “I want to as well. Still, it will be hard to convince James. Since he is the one about to be married and he is the favorite.” Damien gained a wide smirk and picked up an old rust ring, he shut one eye and peered through it at Matthew with a teasing look and tone of voice. “We don't know that Matthew. Maybe she is set to marry YOU~.” Matthew's face flushed, flustered and frustrated. He was adamant. shook his head and arms in refusal. “No way! I don't want to get married!

A third voice rang out, interrupting their banter. “I don't think you'll have a problem with that guppy face of yours…” it was Sam, joining the duo, his arms crossed as he raised an eyebrow. “what are you two talking about?”

“We…weve been talking to HIM again…” the youngest merman spoke a bit hesitantly, knowing that even though Sam had come to support him, part of him still disapproved, not wanting Damien to get hurt. His mind was very easy to read on that front. “What about now? Haven't you learned everything there is to know about humans by now? You give humans too much attention…”

“Not…everything. There is a difference between hearing about it…and experiencing it first hand.” At this, Sam's eyebrow raised even higher. “Are you saying you want to…” Sam began to raise his voice when James entered the grotto after hearing the commotion. “What is going on here?” Before Matthew or Damien could answer, Sam spoke up first. “They want to go to the human world. “The human world?” the eldest brother questioned with great surprise. Matthew quickly shot up and grabbed his oldest brother's hand looking up at him excitedly as he tried to convince him “Think about it! You won't have to marry that Mermaid Princess or be the heir anymore! You could be with us, and we make new lives in the ocean above!” Matthee did his very best to be as persuasive as possible. “Now you're just talking nonsense.” Sam chimed in with aggravation.

“I vote that we do it” the fifth voice came from the Grotto entrance once more as Erik pulled himself in, squeezing through with his tentacles.“Huh? Oh not you too.” Sam placed his hand to his head in disbelief and irritation at this ridiculous idea that seems to have now spread to all his brothers. Erik ignored him and continued to give his input. “Think about it, This may be our ONLY chance to get away from all this political nonsense we are stuck in and no longer be tools for anyone. We may be nobles but we are still our own beings.”

There was silence for a moment as everyone looked to their oldest brother and the heir. He was biting his lip, a look of wanting consideration and hesitance, but his mind could not help but betray what he had already decided in the back of his mind. “James is in.” The mind reader gave a smug and satisfied look to his brothers. “W..what? Hey!” The first born prince snapped back at the betrayal, pouting at Damien who merely smiled back. “Wooo! So how do we get there?!” Matthew turned to each of his brothers in hopes they might know.

“Are you kidding me? You don't even know how we would get there?!” Sam was getting more and more tired of being the voice of reason, especially since he wasn't used to it. Erik looked up at the small whirlpool above all of them. “Well, not that way, the way it is now…but a spell could work, it would require assistance from someone in the human world to help us get there.” A wide eyed animated expression quickly grew in his blue eyes. He turned to Damien shaking his arm, hardly able to contain himself and his growing excitement. “We could ask HIM!” Damien gave a small laugh. “Ah! He'd definitely help us!...In fact, he has already offered. He said he can use a spell to widen the whirlpool and make it go the opposite way! So instead of things only being able to come down, we would be able to go up!” Another wave of uncertainty washed over James. “I'm…I'm not so sure about–” Erik, discontent with the uneasy reluctance of his brother , swam directly up to him "James, aren't you tired of pleasing father all of the time” ”I am, But–” Erik held his red hand up to silence his excuses, and began telling him the harsh reality of what the future would hold should he stay. Being married off to become the next Sealord, with no time for himself or any of them, being constantly in the middle of wars for power, and finally ending up just like their father. “All in favor of leaving this all behind?” Turning to the others Erik looked directly at Damien and Matthew. Matthew quickly raised his hand impatiently waving it saying “Me! Me! me!” Damien raised his hand in front of him firmly but quietly. Erik raised his hand and all eight of his other tentacles.

“Hey! That doesn't count!” Sam spat, and pushed the tentacles back down. Then the brothers turned to him, staring at him. He was the last holdout aside from James. He grew a bit nervous being put on the spot, and thought. Looking at each of his brothers, before his eyes finally settled on Damien's. His deep ocean eyes stared back at him, a look of resolution and silent pleading…this really was the only way to ensure his safety and happiness …and he clearly wanted it more than anything in the whole world. He sighed. As he did, Damien's breath hitched in release as Sam spoke and raised his hand slightly “Fine…There is no way I am staying here by myself. And since you guys wont seem to let this go, i'll go too. Besides, it will probably piss off father and put a wrench in his plans. I care more about what you guys want than what our bastard of a father wants. And as for you!...” His emerald green eyes landed on the indecisive heir. “If you don't say yes, I'll drag your prickly tail back with us.” James was outnumbered,if he agreed, it would change everything. A pair of blue hands tugged on his arm. “Come on Raestrao… You can be James now! For good!”

“Let go of your name, title and birthright and be the type of merman whom YOU want to be.” Erik put his hands on his hips, confidently. At last The prince's whisky eyes fell upon Damien as well. Seeing the same look on his face that Sam saw, he was looking back at his oldest brother, whom he looked up to and cared for so much. His hands were clasped as he uttered a small one worded begging appeal in a quiet voice. “Please…”

James closed his eyes, his decision solidified and looked back at all of them with a serious expression “...Alright. Let's do this. What's the plan?”