"The land?" "I would rather rot in here for eternity than spending even one minute on the surface!"
"Well, it isn't a choice, brother."
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Orm Marius wasn't perfect. Surely, he was a skilled warrior, but ever since he was defeated by his half-brother, Arthur, in declaring war on the surface, he was sent to prison for political treason.
"Who would have thought the Prince of Atlantis will end up rotting in a cell of the Aquarium prison?" One of the guards snickered before slamming the door shut, leaving the prince himself to pounder on his surroundings: the room was dark, and it smelled a little bit mouldy and musty. The only light source was the dim sunlight penetrating from the above surface.
Suddenly, a sort of wild feeling came over him. Orm rushed around the room, trying every steel bars and doors and even peering out the small window of the cell. But after a moment, the conviction of his helplessness overpowered all his other senses. When Orm looked back after a few hours, he thought he must had gone mad for the time as he behaved like a fish did in a human trap. When, however, the conviction had come to him that he was helpless, Orm sat down quietly, as quietly as he had done anything in his life ever since he was a King and begun to think: why did he try to bring wars on the surface? Surely, for centuries the humans had polluted the waters, and poisoned their homelands, but it was a grey area. His actions were enough to make him a villain, but his motivation was not entirely corrupt. Did he really want the title of the "Ocean Master", or was it just another legacy he had to uphold as the son of King Orvax?
He was thinking still, and as yet had come to no definite conclusion.
Standing up, Orm punched the metal with all his might out of frustration. "Is this your idea of punishment, brother?" He roared as loud as he could. "You can't do this to me!" He waited for someone, anyone to respond on the other end. Feeling his hands itched with irritation and numbness, he looked down and saw the newly-formed bruises and redness. Orm let out a heavy sigh, moving away from the bars, convincing himself that no one would ever respond.
"I heard you screaming, and it pains my heart." The familiar voice spoke gently as Queen Altanna approached the cell, followed by Arthur and Mera.
"Mother." The prince greeted, letting her gentle hands to caress his cheeks as tenderly as a mother would do to her children.
"Your brother and the council had negotiated, and they came up with a way of your punishment," Altanna spoke, a hint of sadness mixed in her soft voice. "You will be sent to the surface, learn about the land and appreciate its beauty until we think you're ready to come back home." She said.
"The land?" Orm spat, a look of disgust written on his face. Despite being ripped from his title, Orm could never put his pride as an Atlantean aside. He despises the surface world with all his might. "I would rather rot in here for eternity than spending even one minute on the surface!" He spatted.
"Well, it wasn't a choice, brother." Arthur finally spoke up. Slamming his golden trident onto the ground, a powerful force of current came rushing in as it brought the young prince away from Atlantis, towards the surface.
