Prologue
Ursula sat in her lair fuming, milking her wounds. She had simply survived the entire ordeal between her and Ariel. While the rumors about her and the shell had been slightly true, she would have died had she not imbued herself further in dark magic than before the civil war that had removed her from her throne.
With a wave of her hand the pieces of her magic shell appeared in a puff of ink. She took them in her hands and put them together. With a quick spell they melded back together into a whole.
"Acretion, Lagoona, Revetment, Oceanus. Come powers of the watery Hell. Vox adeo mihi atrum veneficus. Repair this, my magic shell."
Her magical shell began to glow and she smiled to herself. She hugged it close. Her father Poseidon had given it to her on his death bed, he had stored his magic in it just before his death, his power over the sea he had put in the trident.
She knew that she would need to rebuild her strength and stay in hiding, which would mean leaving the vicinity of Atlantica. She had to hide fast and far. She would travel to the Queendom of Oceanias where the Queen was sympathetic to all women who were wronged by the barbaric King of Atlantica.
She quickly gathered a few of the items around her grotto and started the long trek to the Queendom of Oceanias. Reflecting on her life all the while.
