Seventeen years ago, in the Lost City of Atlantis, a small infant was born of Royal blood. His hair was as golden as the many coins that littered the sea floor, flung away from sinking ships and greedy humans who threw chests of them overboard, then jumped themselves with the false belief they could survive the endless sea. His eyes were as bright as the greenest emeralds, and would surely be mistaken for such if any human ever saw them in the dark. Ivory skin stretched across the babe's small torso, and his tail was a deep green that complimented his eyes, and would surely lure in potential mates as he grew older.
From the moment he opened his eyes, he had captured the hearts of the kingdom. The King and Queen hosted a celebration for the Prince's arrival, and the whole kingdom was invited. The young Prince was showered with gifts and treasures, and his beautiful laugh was heard throughout the night, illuminating the room and the Merfolks' hearts.
Except for one.
Natalie, an ordinary woman, was enraged. She could not fathom why the kingdom fawned over the little brat, nor why she had to bow down to it. With hate in her heart, she cast a spell over the young prince.
"Audite me daemonia ab alto
Maledicat nato Principi ego placito
Furtum cauda mare vagari
Reponat pedibus gradiuntur in terra.
Aditu prohibere eum Oceanum rursus
Si enim esset mortuus vivos.
Si inveni in conspectu amor non anno,
Ibi maledictio erit et durantem, sic exsisto mortem suam."
The next morning, the King and Queen swam into the prince's chambers and stared in horror as they realized their son's tail was replaced with legs, and he was now human. The Queen cried in anguish, and the King felt his heart collapse on itself.
He quickly scooped up the now-human and dashed towards the surface, praying to the Gods his son was alive. He broke the surface, and almost cried with relief as the boy took a breath.
The King swam towards the shore and laid the boy down, a tear escaping his sea blue eyes. He stroked the infant's hair and smiled sadly when the human opened his eyes and reached his arms toward him, gurgling sounds escaping his throat.
"Goodbye, my child. My moon. My Arthur."
The King disappeared into the deep, forlornly ignoring Arthur's cries.
Arthur was found by an old man the following day, and took him to an orphanage. He spent his days there, which quickly turned to weeks, to months, to years.
This is where our story begins, five months after Arthur's seventeenth birthday, on the day that changed his life forever.
Hello everybody! How was it? Better than the first story's, right? Admit it, you know it's true! I believe that I will be able to get past six chapters on this one. If I don't, I give you permission to kill me (figuratively, of course).
So, there was only 447 words. Big whoop. You still loved it (I hopeā¦).
Reviews are welcome, flames are not.
Translation (Latin):
Hear me, demons from the deep
Curse the newborn prince, I plea
Steal his tail to wander the sea
Replace it with legs to walk on land.
Forbid him from entering the ocean again
For if he does his death be quick.
If love does not find him before his eighteenth year,
Then the curse shall be permanent, and so be his death.
When the King is calling Arthur his moon, it's like you calling someone your sun. In case you didn't know, the Moon pulls and pushes the waves, which causes the tide. Hasta le Pasta~
EveryoneKnowsMeInWonderland.
