Percy
If I were to describe my home, you would never believe me. The best way I can describe it is that it is otherworldly.
My mother and I live under the sea.
We were not the wealthiest, or the fastest, or the funniest, or all those other –ests, but we still lived in the amazing realm of Poseidon.
Our world consists of four major societal classes: producers (us) who provided for the city by agricultural and raw material needs, city folk who lived in the bustling courtyards walls of the capital and surrounding cities and process the raw materials brought in by us producers, the noblemen who consist of barons, earls, and counts that oversee the going ons of the kingdom, and finally the big kahunas: the Royal Family.
Poseidon, Son of Chronos, is our supreme ruler: he calls all the shots in our world, aided by his wife. Amphitrite is the current wife of our emperor with Triton as the crown prince of the seas. Poseidon, however, changes wives and their respective children as fast as he changes his gilded underwear.
I was driven out of my revelry by the sound of braying.
Oh yeah.
We merfolk, yes merfolk, in the outer layers of society, often take care what the humans above us call hippocampi. People often think of hippocampi as beautiful undersea fish-horses frolicking in the waves. In truth, hippocampi are glorified cattle, adorable and sweet, but still smelly cattle always in the search of their even more rank smelling fodder. My mother and mine job includes the taking care of and leading hippocampi through the currents of the sea to their annual grazing spaces. In a human retrospect's, we are cowboys. We are not on the lowest level of society, but we aren't that far up there either.
My mother.
She's the most wonderful mom in the world.
People may think of us merfolk as ditzy, lowlife, "Oh, look at my giant tits held up in these revealing sea shells," fish people who float around coral reefs all day.
We are not like that.
The people of Neptune's realm are a hardworking, sensible folk. We don't flaunt around with shells covering our private parts. Our women wear tunics in times of work; our men do likewise. Yes, for fun, our women folk do wear more "fun" articles of clothing, but hardly ever do they expose themselves fully. Our menfolk often wear tunics to work in sites or when doing hard labor like mining for minerals in the undersea mountains or traversing through clingy seaweed forests.
But back to my mother.
She is the picture of comely elegance; beautiful but hardened by life and time. Her simply braided brown hair hung down her back reaching her glimmering, blue, iridescent tail. Her eyes sparkled in the light that filtered through the water. Her face wore expressions of love and gratitude; reflecting her love for her life's work.
Yes, we may live in questionable places when out traveling with our livestock, and yes, we may not be high up on the social power, but we are happy with our position in life, even if that means we have to do undesirable tasks.
Because my friend ( I code name her Prudent per her specifications)who read this and thinks Percy is going to rape his mother, I would like to point out that no, Percy will not have sexual intercourse with his mom. I am describing her as so that you can tell Percy's love for his mother and how much he admires her.