Please save me from myself.

Ch. 7

This chapter is gonna be in flashbacks.

The Ghost Mer
Age: 20 seasons

"No mommy please no!" The 20 seasoned mer screamed.

"This is what you get from going off and hunting by yourself! Do have any mind on how worried we were?" The woman screamed, terror filled.

"No." He shyly said.

"You're lucky Ricky is napping or I'd get your father in here."

"I won't do it again, please, mama, don't let him hurt me."

"We have reputations to uphold, you as the next king, the prince, should know that. If you go unpunished the people will start to doubt our power. You are to stay here until breakfast tomorrow morning." The woman I called a mother sneered at me.

I lied down on the ground cold, hungry, and scared.

The door to my room burst of of the hinges.

"You have no idea how stupid you make us seem. Your mother says that you won't get punished; I will die before you learn to be obedient!" My father, the king yelled at me.

"No papa! Please don't hurt me! I'll be good!"

"That's what you said last time." He sneered at me.

He then picked me up by my hair and dragged me to the dungeons.

"Stay here. If you even think about trying to get away, so help me Devin, I will kill you. Ricky can be the new prince." He threatened, then kicking me in the ribs and I blacked out.

Age: 40 seasons

"Devin Sola, you are hereby banned from the Royal Palace. Should you come back, you will be executed by Dione Florentia Sola, Batraz Romanus Sola, and Ricky Allen Sola. Leave now and you won't be chased out." Batraz's head warriors said, all in sync.

I looked around the ballroom and I saw a 24 season Ricky peeking out from the staircase that the warriors use, since they are always in warrior form.

I swam towards Ricky quickly to hug him and tell him that I loved him.

"You'll be okay. Don't follow me please, Ricky?" I whispered to him.

He nodded.

I left before I'd be chased out by the head warriors.

Age: 60 seasons

There was a reason I was punished at such a young age. I was a seeker in the clan. The next seeker. The one who'd seek out the food. I was an excellent hunter, but, my mother and father were maggots. The whore I called my mother, conceived me on a new moon.

"Should anymer conceive on a new moon, that child would be an abomination. Never find the same species mate: abomination. To be abandoned or cast out; to be rouge. A blackened soul. Black magic has been cursed on the abomination."