The Silver Scales Chapte 15

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Abyss's Abyssmal Punishment

Abyss swam down, deeper into the water towards the Abyssalwing kingdom, flanking one side of his queen as the other guards were to her left and behind her. Typical guarding procedure in their case. Diving into their kingdom's chasm at the bottom of the ocean, they made their way through the chasm expertly, their echolocation allowing them to swim through without running into anything. "Abyss, meeting, NOW." Queen Maestrom demanded, that under the ocean like this their tribe often communicated in the same way whales and dolphins did. Because of their deep-sea adaptations, only their tribe could hear this communication.

Abyss, who had just been about to leave to go to his post, snapped to attention, following his Queen, his mother, to a small meeting room she used for more private talks within the kingdom. Almost instantly Maelstron had him by the horn, pressing his face painfully into the wall. "You disobeyed a DIRECT ORDER." Queen Maelstrom growled. "By our laws, I'd have you fed to the sharks!!"

Abyss didn't struggle, he didn't even try. His mother was a great deal larger than he was, and with size came strength, even down here in the depths of the ocean. "Not only did you disobey my orders you KIDNAPPED SOMEONE!! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON THAT I SHOULDN'T THROW YOU TO THE SURFACE TO FEND FOR YOURSELF!!!!" Maelstrom roared, normally she didn't open her mouth when yelling at her son, but in this case, she was infuriated enough to let out a bubbly roar near his ear, even when underwater their acute hearing would cause that roar to make her son's ears receive some discomfort if not pain.

Abyss remained silent as his Mother went through her yelling. Once she was done, he replied. "Because then you would be the savages that the surface tribes see us as. Not to mention our gifts of the sea give them more than enough ammunition to use against. Us. They see us as freaks and monsters because of them. And you throw me to the sharks, so to speak, will only solidify their beliefs that we are an unruly tribe with no laws and no decency." Abyss said calmly. "They already think of us like that, that's not any notice for me to give you mercy," Maelstrom said, finally letting her son go and stepping back.

Abyss righted himself, turning to face his Queen, waiting for her to deliver his punishment. "You are going to be imprisoned for a week, after that you are to report to Moonwatcher and Qibli for further punishment, it was their daughter that you kidnapped, you are hereby assigned to be the diplomat between our tribe, and the surface tribes, that position is your new permanent assignment until I decide otherwise. You will turn in every piece of armor you have and every piece of weaponry you own." Abyss's jaw dropped. "You can't be-"

"I don't want to hear it!!" Maelstrom cut him off. "If you hadn't been the one to reveal us before I was ready to maybe you wouldn't be a diplomat, maybe you would keep your beloved guard job. Let this be a lesson, Abyss." Queen Maelstrom stepped forward, spreading her wings to appear larger than she was, standing over her son. "You can be my son, you can be the heir to the throne, moons, for all I care you could have been declared KING two days ago but I would easily be able to punish you. You are not above our tribe's rules. Neither am I. Let this be a lesson to you. Now go." Maelstrom insisted, pointing at the door.

Abyss growled slightly, leaving the room and obediently turning in his weapons and armor before being put into a cell. They didn't have the materials to make chains or bars. So each prisoner cell was essentially a cave, the door being a boulder that required 10 dragons to push in front of, leaving the dragon inside the cave unable to move the boulder and escape.

Abyss, like the other abyssalwings, could see in the dark, but the cave was empty except for himself. This was going to be a long week. After a week straight of nothing to do, he might welcome being a diplomat instead of more time in this empty room.

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