Ursula [A Poor Unfortunate Soul]

01. Prologue

Deep below the sea, in a trench lived the evil sea witch. Ursula, as she was known, in the belly of a long dead sea monster's corpse.

Her lawn, a treacherous journey, should you be stupid enough to make it. Explosive under-sea volcanoes, going off on anyone who attempted to drop by for a visit.

As the witch lounges in the uvula of the corpse. A truly disgusting sight.

A hole carved in it, large enough to pass off as a bed for the witch. Gazing into her crystal ball, which was really just a bubble she had infuzed with her magic to spy on her enemies.

Watching the sea king's youngest daughter, sing and play in her under-sea grotto. A cave, filled with human objects.

The poor, opsessed, girl. With shining red hair, a blue-green fin, she resembled her mother. Who had long since died. She had to be rasied by her father, with her 5 sisters.

"Good lord" the witch thought. "Six children, someone was busy!" The witch laughed to herself.

As the girl sang, a voice unlike the witch hadn't heard for quite awhile. Just like her mother's. When the witch had known her, then she would have welcomed the sound. Now, she can't stand the hear it.

Not that it wasn't lovely, it was surly enchanting. The witch had simply grown tired of hearing it.

But then, the witch stumbled upon an idea. "Her voice!" she shouted, rising from her, excuse for a bed.

"That is exactly what I need, to finally get my revenge on that Triton!" She barked, her voice traveling through her small corner of the trench.

Swimming tword her 2 eel's room. Which was just a rock, which they would swim into backwards, and sleep.

Patting her crystal ball as she passed. "Babies!" she called for her eels. "It's time to go to work!" She said, shaking her hips, to her own singing.