The weather was clear and sunny; the perfect day for a Prince's birthday out on the sea. The boat was prepared and all set to go. The only thing missing was the Prince himself.
Prince Bertholdt Fubar sat on his balcony, staring out at the open sea. He didn't really want this; in fact, he secretly hated the idea of a party. He was only turning eighteen, it's not like it was a big event or something. Sighing, he heard footsteps clambering across the floor in his room behind him. Probably Reiner, he thought. Sure enough, his best friend in the world and right-hand man, Reiner Braun, stepped out onto the balcony next to him.
"Bert, the ship is waiting.", Reiner informed him, using the young royal's nickname.
"I know.", the Prince replied.
"You aren't coming?", Reiner asked. Bertholdt didn't reply.
"Bert, what's wrong?", the blonde asked his long-time friend.
"It's just… I had a dream. A really vivid and disturbing dream.", the Prince admitted, thrusting a sketchbook into Reiner's hands. On the first page was a picture of a girl. Her short, brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her tan face was littered with tons of freckles. Her chest was bare, but Bertholdt didn't go too far into detail, so that was good yet slightly irritating to Reiner. But the weird thing about this drawing was that where her legs were, there was a dark green tail.
"I always knew you had a gift when it came to art, Bert.", Reiner said, handing the Prince back his sketchbook.
"But she was a part of the dream that I had.", Bertholdt said.
"Why don't you tell me on the boat, okay? Annie even came out of her room to attend the party.", the shorter of the two joked. Bert sighed one last time before giving in, grabbing his art supplies, and following Reiner out onto the dock.
~HiThereIgnoreThisThingy~
"Hey, where's Ymir?", Christa asked, frantically searching for her best friend (and crush), the Princess. 'She just never seems to stay put.', the short blonde angrily thought. She huffed, crossing her arms. Her pink tail flicked in annoyance. Just then, she caught sight of a familiar dark green tail flickering in the sunlight. Like a dart, she was off, following the streak of green and brown.
"Ymir!", Christa called out, her long hair flowing out behind her as she tailed her friend, following her closely. Suddenly, the royal heir in question stopped suddenly, causing Christa to slam into her back. Whirling around, Ymir towered over Christa, glaring at her.
"Yeah?", the taller asked, slightly annoyed.
"Where were you going? You know it's almost time for the royal ball to take place, and you should be getting ready.", the blonde informed, still slightly ticked at the Princess.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, royal ball my ass. I am not going to get all dolled up just to "dance" with some snobby rich boy hoping to marry me and get rich off his stuck-up behind.", the brunette said, scoffing.
"What about a girl, then?", Christa whispered quietly, so quiet that Ymir couldn't hear.
"I'm going up to the surface.", Ymir stated, turning around and swimming away before Christa could protest.
"Ymir, wait! Your mother doesn't like you going up there, remember?!", Christa called out in vain after the Princess, who's tall, sturdy frame was fading out of sight at a steady pace.