It seemed the world expanded, became wider with every single day. He grew up knowing that there was a whole realm out there under the surface of the oceans, something he only got to discover once he’s became a man. He has met people similar like him in stature and in strength, and he has come across many different abilities and mutations, things he never would have imagined before including the existence of magic.
But the world, it seems, has not stopped growing. News came of a man with great strength, a man of the surface, helping those in need and then disappearing immediately. The news never phased Arthur much, why would he care, of course if he can have such unusual origins, why would others be any different? He never expected to encounter this man at any point.
Fate has planned otherwise, when Arthur heard news of an oil rig accident, the whole structure engulfed in flames, threatening the ocean world with the possibility of leaking tons of oil into its waters and the Atlantean had to act. Arriving to the scene he saw the destruction, saw helicopters hovering and one still rescuing the few survivors remaining. He was witness to the tower crumbling and threatening to crush anyone in its way, and from the water he’s only seen that the tower was held... it didn’t fall, the first time when he wondered if this man was there, if he was the one aiding the crew’s escape.
His attention was drawn, diving into the depth to see the possible damage underneath when he heard the splash of something falling, at first thinking it was nothing more than a piece of the crumbling building. Whale song, an alarm from his companions makes Arthur turn and then he sees him, limp and unconscious, parts of his clothes burnt off but his skin appearing undamaged. This must be him, the man who saves others, and it seems to the point of willing to sacrifice himself. Another glance is given to the metal legs of the beast, leakage is not apparent and there is someone in more urgent need of him. So Arthur swims over in the fragment of a second, his arms hooking under the man’s, just in case instructing the many living beings in the area to leave before he starts swimming towards the surface.
The nearest beach he finds is rocky and cold and he lifts the man out with ease, placing him on the bed of pebbles, checking for any signs of life before he starts to resuscitate him. He hopes he’ll live, he hopes he’ll get to meet someone else who might be an outcast, you might know the life he leads. He can’t just lose the physical evidence of others being out there now that he finally met him. He must live.
@soughtjustiice // plotted starter.
