The Not So Little Mermaid
Hi! First official part for TNSLM! It’s probably going to start off a little slowly at first, we are doing a little bit of some history bit here. There might be some mistakes here and there, I didn’t get to read through to be honest so if you spy any, do tell me. I’ll change it immediately. Also would love to hear your thoughts so comment below (it’s alright if you don’t, just curious is all lol). How do you like Damian so far? Hehe.
PROLOGUE
Damian huffs as he swims towards the big ocean. After listening to his older brothers nagging incessantly about how he should stop dicking about, Damian decides to head for a swim, to try and clear his head. Being the youngest is always the toughest. Merpeople often think it’s always fun and it’s nice to have older siblings that dote on him but not to Damian.
His brothers are all a nuisance to him, always talking about the greater good and how they think changes are bad and content with life down under. Not only that, they also often talk to him about how he should be a better Prince – yes, he is not his father’s heir, he should have, given the fact that his mother had been the latest Queen but alas it is his oldest brother, Dick that will take the throne once his father steps down – and how he should treat Merpeople, nicely and with respect.
“Tt.” Respect? That is something that needs to be earned and not given away easily. Everyone who knows Damian knows that he is not one to give his respect to people easily – as can be heard whenever he talks to his siblings, whom he calls by none other than their last names; he does not even call them by their titles. Why should he though? Especially since his mother taught him better than that.
Damian did not know how long he had been swimming and thinking for the next thing he knows; he is not at the big ocean anymore. He is somewhere unfamiliar – there are territories he has yet to conquer – and he frowns. “I wonder if father knows I am not at the palace.” Damian speaks to himself as he swims slowly up to the surface. Earlier, he had had a fight with one of his siblings about something that was not of any import to him and in his haste to leave, he had forgotten about his father.
“Father would not be happy about this.” Damian says out loud as he finally reaches the surface of the water. He hesitates. He remembers those myths that has been going around about humans – Damian has never met a human, nor has his mother but apparently right before his Grandfather had died, he had told his mother about the horrors of the land.
But Father is not here, he reminds himself and narrows his eyes when he finally breaks through to the surface. Damian looks around – he is nowhere he knows but when he squints enough in the distance, he can see his father’s light so he shrugs before turning back to look around where he currently is.
Not far from where he is, there is what seems to be houses – “it looks different from the pictures as well as from what the myths have said” – and even though it is a little bit different from the houses the commoners in Atlantis lived, Damian reckons they still serve the same purpose. He swims closer and pauses when he spies a bigger house – perhaps from where he currently is floating, it could be as big as his palace, maybe even bigger – and Damian shakes his head. “Tt.”
“I see no reason for Merpeople to be afraid of humans.” Damian is not a huge supporter of that story. He thinks Merpeople should never be afraid of humans – in return, humans should be very well afraid of them. “From what I see, they have nothing fearsome.” Damian rolls his eyes and he decides he has seen enough before slipping back down the surface. “I should head back now, lest they send out the entire Dolphin team to find me, Tt.”