Prologue
Across vast plains, across great mountains, lies the sea, wondrous beauty of the world. Deep under its waves and past its coral gardens, a story was born. A story of a little mermaid, youngest princess of King Triton, King of the Sea and ruler of the legendary mer people. A tale of love, adventure, risk, and trickery. You all know the story, of course you do, it is a lovely tale, a marvelous bedtime story.
But that is all it is. A tale, a myth, a twisted little story. They took truth, and entwined it with master trickery, extravagant details, unbelievable boldness and cruel lies. How are 'they', you ask? Well, you shall hear about them later, each thing shall come at its own time.
So I sit here. Alone, concurred and prodded into submission by storytellers and battlers of truth. Yet I have a plan. A glorious plan.
Who am I? Well, that is easy to guess. I am what the land dwellers and those pitiful, weak merpeople have named the Sea Witch. Yes, well, you might not think of me so endearingly now, you believe me to be that cruel, old, ugly, and insanely evil mermaid who nearly took over Atlantia, and killed their dear princess and her love. Yet I only ask one thing from you. Listen now, to what I have to say, and hopefully when I am done you shall think differently of the old crone who lives in the sorry poor excuse for a cave. You will be shocked to hear that I'm not even a mermaid, and I am certainly not an old crone.
Listen now.
To the breath of the wind on a salty sea day.
Listen to the waves as they crash upon the rocks.
Listen, listen to the voice of the sea.
Across vast plains, across great mountains, lies the sea, wondrous beauty of the world. Deep under its waves and past its coral gardens, a story was born. A story of a little mermaid, youngest princess of King Triton, King of the Sea and ruler of the legendary mer people. A tale of love, adventure, risk, and trickery. You all know the story, of course you do, it is a lovely tale, a marvelous bedtime story.
But that is all it is. A tale, a myth, a twisted little story. They took truth, and entwined it with master trickery, extravagant details, unbelievable boldness and cruel lies. How are 'they', you ask? Well, you shall hear about them later, each thing shall come at its own time.
So I sit here. Alone, concurred and prodded into submission by storytellers and battlers of truth. Yet I have a plan. A glorious plan.
Who am I? Well, that is easy to guess. I am what the land dwellers and those pitiful, weak merpeople have named the Sea Witch. Yes, well, you might not think of me so endearingly now, you believe me to be that cruel, old, ugly, and insanely evil mermaid who nearly took over Atlantia, and killed their dear princess and her love. Yet I only ask one thing from you. Listen now, to what I have to say, and hopefully when I am done you shall think differently of the old crone who lives in the sorry poor excuse for a cave. You will be shocked to hear that I'm not even a mermaid, and I am certainly not an old crone.
Listen now.
To the breath of the wind on a salty sea day.
Listen to the waves as they crash upon the rocks.
Listen, listen to the voice of the sea.