You're my Atlantis [Kris X Reader] ON HOLD

Prologue

A long time ago, there was an island of beauty. Sadly, what grows there is no longer fruity. 

Some say it was made from magic, but its fate was to be tragic. 

My people lived there in peace, gaining our abilities. But with this magical piece, we found ourselves with far more responsibilities.

Our children grew happy and strong, and would more than often burst into song. 

This island was our treasure and home, a place we were free to roam.

We thought we were alone, we were none the wiser. No one could have known better than the advisor.

He spoke of visions underneath the sea, a place to which we would have to flee.

The people that heard, mocked him terribly. They had called him absurd and threw his words around carelessly.

But so one day, the island was hidden no longer from the outside. The people became prey and a man lost his bride.

The others were selfish, they wanted this power. So many fought back, but it was hard not to cower.

Their horrid machines killed so many, while we were lucky to get rid of any.

Could they truly be human, everyone asked. And our advisor told his vision had come at last.

Those of most might met and prepared. For a powerful spell was needed, he declared. 

When the island's explosion was to go off, it would be time for our people's takeoff.

So, the newly widowed king had his people gathered in one place, telling them what they were to face.

And so it erupted from the ground, a mighty volcano with such destruction. The island began to sink, taking with it every construction. 

But what of the people which the island had nursed? By the spell of their island, their connections to the surface had now burst. 

Them, along with every animal, had been transformed into creatures accustomed to the sea. But the dirty humans that had their spree, was now where no one could see.

Our bodies changed and grew oily, with fins for ears, webbed feet and hands, our new lives began. We built a kingdom at the dark bottom, a place for no ordinary man.

Our powers grew more accustomed to the water. And so we moved on from the manslaughter.

A few centuries later...