Marina Escavel grew up in a town known for its fishing and coastal homes. Her father is one of the most well-known marine biologist in the world, so sea life is in her blood. At eighteen- years old, she's very knowledgeable about her sea life and it...
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I felt my eyes begin to grow heavier and heavier as the guards pulled at my arms harshly. I stare into the eyes of the king, Elian's father, King Amadeus Roden of Poseidon's Kin. He was regal looking, handsome for his older age, and yet had a slight rugged style going on. His eyes match his son's, yet they did not look as kind as his. The king's eyes were cold and unforgiving. A hard tug of the chains around my arms pulls me out of my wary stare. I turned my head lazily to the left and my tired eyes look into Elian's worried ones. He's tense and his stance is formal, his arms in front of him and his princely attire exaggerated with a long cape, a sword, and a prominent crown (not as big as the king's but near it). I look at the merpeople mumbling around me, some looking at me in hatred, others in sheer curiosity. Buboo is next to Nexee, cuddled to her side looking afraid and saddened, his small eyes wide and his fins moving slowly as his body's iridescent light grew dim.
The trial room is royal and golden with the king presented on a high pedestal. He stays sitting on his golden throne of tridents and gems as he stares at me coldly, his hand holding onto a large staff with diamonds and shells accenting its long figure. I look into his eyes in slight fear but remain rooted in my place, not that I have much of a choice with these guards, and push my tired body to stand up straight with my chin up high, pretending to wash away the feeling of fatigue.
The king raises a thick salt and pepper brow, a glint of challenge in his eyes, "The Representatives of the Sea have spoken and have come to a decision in the punishment of Marina Escavel of the Land." He stands to his powerful height as his baritone voice demands attention, his stance confident and strong and radiating supremacy. He swims towards the Representatives as the one in the final corner hands the king a pure white conch shell. They all bow to the king as the king nods and grabs the shell in his hand. He moves towards the middle of the room, facing me, and crushes the shell with his bare hand. I watch as it shatters into millions of pieces onto the golden seafloor and glows, a spiraling image of fire pops up and gasps are heard around the room.
"No, no," I hear Elian whisper over and over from the side. I look at the king as he nods and looks at me callously.
"Execution."
Moments before.
"Alright, mermen and," Nexee nods at me as she rubs her hand together, "Marina. Today I am your instructor on all things Poseidon's Trident. Now to begin, Poseidon's Trident was crafted by the twelve gods of Olympus - Zeus, Hera, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Hermes, Dionysus, and then Poseidon himself. All twelve Gods presented their ore to create this weapon against the one and only Hades. Now although Hades is a God he resided in the underworld and not in Olympus like the others. Hades grew angry to know that he was isolated from his other brothers and sisters, including those younger than he. He was especially angry at his brother, Zeus. For that reason, Hades created a special stave made specifically of evil and stained souls. Because he had stolen so many souls and blended his own special ore into the stave, it was nearly impossible to stop him with his creation. His stave became known as Hades' Crown."
