"Mako is striking," Mako admired himself in his mirror attached to his pink seashell, fixing his curly silver hair. He smiled at his reflection, wondering how he had gotten so beautiful. The sea cave he took residence inside provided little light, so he swam towards the entrance, ignoring the lack of other merman or presence of neighbors. It didn't bother him, he would have eaten everybody near him anyways.
Grinning with a smile full of sharp teeth, he departed from his home, concentrating on his appearance that couldn't even compare to other mermen. Strong mako shark tail pushing him against the water currents, Mako was proud his chiseled chest and muscular arms held no speck of ugliness on him. Every part of him was absolute perfection with not a single flaw a fish could see from a distance or up close. The coral reefs were in too shallow water, so he couldn't swim over there to flaunt his beauty. It made him realize that despite consuming whomever lived in his general vicinity, there was no one to compliment on how wonderful he was.
"Mako requires praises on his beauty," he continued staring at his reflection, pondering how he could acquire such comments. He swam further deep into the depths of the ocean, far from the perimeter of his home and taking no particular notice of his surroundings. Being gorgeous was no easy task for Mako. It was his duty to preserve his beauty for all eternity, but the big question was how he could accomplish this goal. Suddenly, a grand idea that only he could concur occurred to him.
Mako looked up from his mirror momentarily. "Mako needs to become a god!" He shouted as he mentally complimented himself on his grand idea,"Mako will be worshipped!"
Finding a new goal that could keep him occupied-even though he could stare at himself for days without growing weary-served as a new drive for him to swim deeper into the depths of the ocean. The water pressure squeezed his insides, but he was able to ignore the feeling. He came upon his favorite spot to enjoy his time alone.
Massive kelp forests tangled among the submerged cities half buried under mounds of ocean rock and sand. Barnacles dotted the concrete walls of the buildings while hideous schools of large fish darted back and forth among the broken windows, hiding in the darkness. Mako made faces at the landscape that didn't even barely compare to him. He was far superior to the other sea creatures and more so than the humans that once ruled Earth when there was a thing called land. He couldn't begin to fathom the idea of land, water had lasted so long in this world he had began to believe land never existed. These random abandoned cities proved differently however.
Mako wasn't very impressed by the magnificent sight, nothing could be compared to his beauty and intelligence. Taking back out his mirror, he inspected himself once more, smiling at not being able to see a single flaw on himself. Not that there would be any to begin with, he was absolutely perfect. He wondered if there was a way to make himself appear better than he already was. The only idea he could come up is sitting in a tree. An ancient tree that had thick enough limbs he could rest on one with the sun hitting. The wind would blow his hair out of his face, allowing him a brighter smile. The sun would make his sleek shark tail glimmer even though he didn't have scales like other fish. It would be the absolute setting for a creature such as himself. Nodding to himself, he decided he would have to find a tree and become god all the while.
"Trees require land masses, Mako knows that." He started swimming with a purpose, causing gusts of water currents as he traveled. Fish darted out of sight upon seeing him, frightened by his appearance. There was even another fellow merman inhabiting the city who scowled at Mako.
Mako ignored the merman, puffing out his chest greater as he soaked up the negativity like a sponge. He stared at himself in his mirror, continuing his short adventure while being captivated by his face. The distraction caused him to slowly drift towards an enormous trench. Swimming at an angle towards the sea floor, he wandered deeper into the black void, only noticing his predicament he went too deep when he couldn't see his complexion anymore.
Darkness swamped all sides of Mako, consuming him in the black he couldn't see his own hand waving in front of his face. Horrified, he tried heading in a random direction trying to find a source of natural light. Unable to see where he was going, Mako bumped into a rock surface, hurting his nose and losing his seashell mirror.
"No!" Mako screamed in terror, his heart pounding as he realized the extremities of the situation. "Mako can't look at himself without his mirror!"
Swimming in a circle, he wondered what right direction he could escape from. The water currents kept pushing him deeper into the trench, forcing him lower and lower. Despite that severity, his main concern was whether he could find his seashell mirror again. The frightening tragedies of not being able to look at himself! Mako decided that if he dropped his mirror then it would have sank towards the bottom so the bottom he must journey. Hesitantly, he swam towards the bottom of the trench before stopping again due to his paranoia. What if the ick and ugly fish down there masked his beauty?
A water current brushed against his face and before he knew he was sucked into the whirlpool stronger than one he's ever witnessed. He wasn't able to see anything, but for some strange reason he noticed white sparkles in the whirpool dragging him towards a hole swirling chilled water. "Mako is too pretty for this!" Mako cried out before he disappeared into the whirlpool, unbeknownst he entered a magical transportation portal.
As soon as he entered the portal he dropped from the sky, falling straight down at swift rate. The wind rushed against his face, causing him to close his watering eyes. Mako continued falling towards whatever he was falling towards and held his hands to his head. When he landed, his body crashed into bunches of green leaves covering twigs that scratched his arms and chest. Air rushed from his chest as he slammed into a thick tree trunk, causing him to sag under the sharp pain landed on his stomach.
"Hopefully Mako's beautiful face isn't ruined." Mako groaned as he regained his dignity by straightening his crumpled position. Rubbing a bruised cheek, he opened his eyes to realize he was sitting in a gigantic tree with branches extending several yards around him. He shielded his gaze from the penetrating sun he came to find out was horribly bright and insanely hot.
"It's a god!" A person shouted in awe and wonder in front of him when he turned his head to look at the person.
Hoards of people clustered around the tree, eyes like gemstones shining in admiration towards the merman hanging above them in their sacred tree. Vast arrays of vibrant colors of heads of hair decorated the healthy shining faces and plump cheeks. The people wore splendid clothes meant for the wealthy, and their smiles held white strips of teeth.
"These civilians are hideous," Mako muttered under his breath, doing his best not to gag at the horrendous sight. He really needed to add some glimmer to these folks. What captured his interest however, was the fact they called him a god. Could he trick them into thinking he was indeed a god?
"Yes, Mako is a god! You feigns should worship Mako!"
"A god! We needed a god and here one has come!" A man praised from the crowd, encouraging the others to laugh and sing alongside him. Raising their hands towards the sky, they began chanting excitedly, starting to head towards Mako to help him out of the tree.
Mako absorbed all the attention, trying his best to radiate his beauty to help these hags become as pretty as him. "Mako could get used to this." He nodded his head.
3 Weeks Later
Mako sat on his throne adorned in jewels and gold that enhanced his features, not that he needed it. He stared tirelessly at his reflection in the glass tank he rested inside, ignoring the people surrounding him with shouting his name excitedly. His rings decorated in diamonds bigger than his thumb had dulled from the water as well as his temperament.
His stomach ached terribly and if he was able to puke he would have done so long ago. Ruling a country with people to worship was not fun at all. Their positivity was causing him to become seriously ill; he strived off of the negativity his fellow mermen provided when they glared at him, vexed they couldn't be as beautiful as he was. More than anything Mako wanted to go home.
Letting out a sigh, he slouched in his throne, watching himself stare back at him with a pinched expression at the throbbing headache he was getting. Mako really really wanted to go home.
