An Unlikely Switch
Prologue:
Mera is an officer of Queen Atlanna, and her latest assignment is to protect Arthur Curry, the Queen's son and rightful heir to the throne of Atlantis. Atlanna has been notified that someone intends to kill Arthur, which would result in Orin (her half-brother) to take the throne. The Queen cannot let this happen, Orin is not fit to be King of Atlantis. So by the Queen's orders, Mera is keeping a close eye on Arthur, at a safe distance…
Chapter 1:
My name is Arthur Curry, and I am a freak. I can inhale the oxygen from water, and speak to marine life. I do not know why or how, and I frankly haven't the time to find out. I've already lost my father, the one person who accepted me for who, for what I am. He was never afraid of my abilities, he never pointed at me with a gaping mouth, he always wanted to help. Now I'm all alone, stuck manning the lighthouse, Arthur Curry the freak. I've been considering ending my life for a long time now, it looks like suffering through death is the only way to end the suffering of life. Who would even miss a frea-
BANG
My suicidal thoughts are interrupted by a loud gunshot coming from outside the lighthouse. I sprint to the door only to catch a glimpse of a car speeding off. I was trying to catch the numbers on the cars plates when I noticed something human-shaped, lying still on the pavement. I rush over to see it is a beautiful red haired girl wearing a trench coat. Under the trench coat is a gunshot wound, that looks to have punctured her armour? She is wearing chainmail made of some strange turquoise metal. This isn't the time for questions she appears to be bleeding out. I lift her limp body, take her inside, and lay her softly on the couch. As I reach for the phone to call an ambulance, the girl sits up briskly and speaks to me.
"No! You cannot call the human authorities!", she shouts at me before going completely pale and losing consciousness. I'm in absolute shock, the only thing I can think to do is remove her trench coat and inspect the wound. It doesn't look too deep, looks like the armour did a good job. I think I can see the bullet; I may be able to get it out with some tools. I grab a pair of tweezers and prepare to extract the bullet when she leaps back to consciousness at lightning speed; and with astonishing strength, forces me to the ground. Her eyes dart around as she surveys every inch of the room.
"Woah, are you alright?" I ask her. She turns her head and looks directly at me.
"Those", she demands, pointing at my hand "I require the use of that device, your highness". Stunned, I hand them to her. She reached into her wound with the tweezers to pull out the bullet. Her face is going red; she can barely handle the pain.
"Hey, you're still bleeding. You need to be more careful!", I yell as she jerks the pellet out of her stomach, turns pale once more, and collapses onto the couch.
I finish cleaning the mysterious woman's blood from the floor boards as she slowly awakens. She begins to re-evaluate the room before looking down at herself.
"You have disrobed me, your lordship!", she exclaims.
"I had to dress your wounds properly, your um… armour? Yeah, it was in the way", I say. "Don't worry, it's all I did; nothing more". She looks at me sceptically. "So who are you? Why were you wearing that weird metal armour?", She looks at me with her quiet green eyes.
"My name is Mera; I wear this armour to protect myself from the hazards of this place", she explains before remembering she is dressed only in her underwear. "Do you have any garments I may acquire until further notice, your majesty?". I turn a rose red and reply,
"Oh… Of course, of course. I'll go and get something". I go to my room to collect a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Why does Mera speak so properly? Is she foreign? Why does she keep calling me my highness, and my majesty? Maybe she's a crazy foreigner. I return to find Mera sitting patiently on the couch. I hand the clothing to her, trying to be polite and not stare at her radiant body. She notices and begins to speak.
"Does my physical appearance bother you in some way?", she asks with curious eyes.
"W-what? S-s-sorry?", I struggle to reply.
"Excuse me your lordship, but does my physical appearance bother you? You continue to look at my chest".
"What, no! It's j-just that you're very beautiful". She nods with a serious expression on her face.
"Well, I thank you for the compliment; you are very handsome as well Arthur, my lord". I start to redden in the face before realising she knowns my name. How does she know my name? As I perk up to ask, there is an aggressive knock on the door. I pull the door open expecting to shoo away some solicitors, when I am met with the barrel of a handgun almost pressed against my forehead.
