The young, Prince Ethan was roaming castle home, staring out the carved out Windows and daydreaming of the mysterious mer he just saw. guards swim towards him, sighing he turns towards them with a stony expression on his face,

"What is it?" The guards nod at each other, one swimming forward,

"Well, your highness, the King wishes to see you. Immediately." Prince Erik nods, raking a hand down his face,

"Of course he does. Tell him, I'll see him soon." They nod their heads in understanding, going back to King Triton in the throne room. Soon he enters his father's throne room, ready for his scolding for being lazy or something

"Father, you wanted to see me?" he says in a concerned voice, worried he did something wrong, again. The King was stoically sitting on his throne, and he gets up, slowly swimming towards Prince Ethan,

"I heard from Bastion, your coach, that you were at the Farmer's Market alone, and you were acting strange when you came back." Prince Ethan bites his lip, thinking to himself, 'That little snitch!'

"Listen, father whatever you heard from Bastion is just another rumor he made up to stir up drama and-" King Triton put his hand up, causing him to shut up and his father claps a hand on his shoulder,

"Son, you need to tell me what happened." The prince gives his father a confused look,

"W-What?" The King sighs, sitting back on his throne, giving his son a firm look,

"I'm not mad; I just need to know what happened," he says. Prince Ethan blinks, but told him what happened, being stopped when he started to ramble,

"Enough. Thank you for telling me, you may leave now.", King Triton says, his son leaving in confusion. King Triton then looks out his window near his throne, stroking his beard in thought, 'So it's closer than I anticipated... I must get the castle guards to search around Sturona. I will find you, I swear on my life I will.'

It's hard, being alone. Every day to The siren is another day knowing you are the only one of, well, you. He sighs, finally opening his eyes after he fell asleep in his dark cave. Then the long tailed merman got up, swishing his tail above the bed of seaweed and soft sand-the sand stirring and creating small, swirling dust clouds. He stretches his arms, grabbing his small old cloth bag and his twiddled bone knife made from a Cow Fish carcass. The copper haired merman swims towards the empty sand dunes, digging around, trying to find anything new, and he collects a discarded pearl, shining it with his scales.

"Oooh, you are just beautiful. Can't wait to get you home." He carefully places it in his bag, grinning ear to ear, swimming to his usual spot on the surface, passing a bleached and picked clean bones of a long since dead blue whale. The beautiful merman stops to admire it, gliding his hands against its rib bones. He whispers to the empty waters around me,

"You're majestic, even in death." Then he continues his swimming trek to the surface, not knowing the dangers that will befall him when he came back.