Hey guys! Sorry this chapter came out super late. I had been curse with rewriting this chapter over and over again for the past year, but I finally have a draft I like and stuck with it. And just in time too, because today's my Birthday. I'm so happy finally be done with this one! I hope you are excited as me!

NOTE: Some brief language to watch out for. Just a heads up.


A Night to Remember

An entire district in the heart of Syloannika bloomed with gentle flashing colors and smooth music ricocheting off the rocky, coral infested walls of a circular stadium often used for fighting tournaments. Cheers and chants bounced off the interior of the Colosseum and distorted the surrounding waters, causing it to shimmer in wavering motions in which it can be detected by passing Zoran Heroes thanks to their facial lateral lines. The commotion capture the inquisitive attention of other Sylovaakien Zoras whom glide into the area of disturbance as to investigate the ruckus.

Many adults from above, mostly patrol guards and off duty soldiers accompany by their Mako shark partners, had dive bomb nose first into the screaming fray, ready to face whatever was going on that is causing all the mayhem in the first place. Leaving a neat trail of neon streaks in their wake, they nudge away the thousands of Moon jellies that had drifted into the stadium from the strong midnight currents, their gelatin bodies hovering aimlessly with no real purpose then to obscure the scene below them in their silvery masses. Excitement tremble Zoran and animalistic Makos' muscular forms as they snake their way into the bustling Colosseum, the reflecting lights dancing across their glassy colorful scales.

Down at the grassy sea floor meanwhile, a group of rebellious teens and their shark companions decided that sneaking into the stadium is more exciting then simply diving into the chaos. And like the thrill seekers they are, they infiltrated the base through a small filtration shaft, isn't that particle to begin with considering its tight squeeze and difficulties of moving about even for sharks, whom have flexible cartilage instead of bones. Regardless, the troublemakers slink their way through the tight metal confines and peer into the Colosseum's gaping interior to view what they believed to be a huge tournament that were the mist of the disturbance. The thrill of battles and the scent of blood is almost intoxicating for many shark Zoras, and thus the anthropomorphic beasts were ecstatic to confirm their suspicions.

However, what they and the patrol guards gotten were nothing of the sorts. Not even close. They were no bloodshed to bare witness, for no clinging of swords blend in blurs of stunning silver. The waters churned in response to the flexible bodies twirling as twisted their sleek snowy forms as if they were streamers rather then opponents being shoved and sliced at. And the music were not of the intense toned used in great battles for dominance that quaked the stone foundations around them. What was in its stead is catchy and upbeat, rattling the Colosseum in positive energy that speaks volume.

This is not the work of the popular bloodsport the Mako people had traditionally preformed for ages to prove their worth as warriors.

This is a joyous festival. A celebration. Of what? That they were not sure, for parties such as these are usually display publicly whereas this almost seem to be private. But even still, something is amidst if the current Alpha Bull had allowed the entrance of six non-native Zora breeds into their isolated territory of the Isaria Mountains. Five of those strange Zoras in question were pouring out some fine melody with their high quality instruments, with their diva singing in a voice rich in magic and the unmatched beauty of a siren.

"What in Nayru's name is going on here?" question one of the teens, scooting closer to the barnacle invested barrier to examine the concert further. The Zora in front him growled, shoving the lad harshly as to prevent themselves from getting stuck such a tight environment.

"Learn your place, Sumark. This vent is already making me claustrophobic as is, and don't want to find myself trap here just because you decided to squeeze in for a closer view of the spectrum."

"Pfft, well, can you at least fill us in on what's going on?" the young bull inquire, now known as Sumark. He is a dashing looking Zora, glossy scales the color of azurite and his navy blue markings swivel and entwined elegantly, like fine form of slender Phathom Hourglasses that stretch throughout his fit body, and cerulean arrowheads with curling tips streak his dark blue crown. A shark of similar coloration and design struggle to squeeze in to meet up with his Zoran counterpart, and both of their expressive large eyes resembles chrysocolla pearls. "I understand why you don't want any of us to crawl any further, I mean the shaft is freakishly narrow as is. But tell us what's going on while you're at it. It'll keep us interested in the process."

"Sure, as long as it'll keep you entertain," the male in front of him nodded, turning his pearly head back to the convention. This bull is ivory in color, with sharp eyes and metallic claws the color of Din's Sun and an athletic, lean build. He is of the same particular breed as Nicoda and Ruuna, and thus shares their similar swirling marking patterns. Said patterns are as rich as rare violet sapphires, lined with blue glowing dots with a tint of oily green. He narrow his brilliant golden suns as he inspects the event before him, watching as Zoras of all ages dance and spun to the music. It was like watching a pack of guppies throwing a party, and the curious male tilted his head as he fixed his gaze onto the performers barely beyond his viewpoint.

"Well that's interesting..."

"What? What is it?" A golden-ruby tinted Sylovaakien barked in the far back, his tail swishing in enthusiasm.

"In most scenarios, concerts are usually held before the start of a great battle to help get would-be warriors pumped up. But none of the adults are present with armor or additional weapons. The music is neither hardcore battle songs or traditional melodies to connect with the Gods for their blessings of the upcoming fight. And there are guppies everywhere-"

"Meep!"

"WHOA!" The Zora's head was send skyward, striking the ceiling of the rusted metal shaft. The pain of the collision unintentionally further startle the young bull into sparking a few jolts of electricity, the shock wave travelling across the confine tunnels in lit blue light. His companions, depending on whom were Zoras and whom were regular sharks, all yelp or double take from the unexpected pain, withering in stunned agony as the bull in front of them had cease his unintentional assault. He heave, looking around to see the cause of his panic, and narrow his eyes as he targeted a small snowy guppy happily spinning with his friends a few feet away from the vent.

"Of coarse..."

A bronze Sylovaakien with gold streams had recover from his initial shock and was the first to take notice of his leader's displeasure, and against his wishes clawed toward the barred barrier separating them from the rest of the commotion. He spied a familiar little pup giddily chasing after the blinking lights flashing across the stadium with three other guppies. "Heh...Hey Nero. Isn't that your little cousin or something?"

"Don't remind me," the ivory colored bull mutter his disgruntle, before flashing his agitation toward his comrade in front of him. "And my Gods, will you move?! For Nayru's sake, for people who descendant from the Goddess of Wisdom herself, you guys don't give off a good impression of your supposed intelligence!"

"Hey! Crawling in this tiny shaft was your idea, oh so mighty leader," the bronze Zora in front of him spat back, a gurgle of sloppy bubbles blasting in the white one's face as he crane his gold tinted neck back. "And if anything, your poor decision making makes it obvious that you yourself are among the dumber members of our species!"

"Are you trying to piss me off? Because if you are, congratulations! You're going get a throat full of my teeth!"

"I find that hard to believe considering the lack of space our current confinement prevents."

"Then allow me to be the first to debunk that groundless theory of yours. Come here you!" The white bull pulled his lipless mouth back in a toothy snarl, snapping his fangs in his oppressor's direction and he struggle to inch closer to troublesome lacky squeezed next to him. The Zora in question lean as far back into the rusted metal walls as it would allow him, smiling mockingly as his self proclaim "leader" found it almost impossible to move as to punish his subordinate.

"Guys, we shouldn't be fighting," a distant voice rang in the Zoras' conscience as the speaker try to get comfortable within the cluster of Zoras and sharks. He himself is a regular Longfinned Mako Shark, with strawberry colored scales and powdery chocolate details. As an animal with no true vocal cord to produce sounds with, he, like the rest of shark-kind, must resort to telepathic communication to speak with their brethren, both Zoran and regulars.

"Shut up. Do you not see the defiance that Jiro is currently expressing? I'm going to teach this snarky bastard a les-"

"Hey!" A shrill squeak travel down the shaft and beyond, the riveting echos capturing the arguing teens' attention. They turn their heads and lock their sights on the lively sapphires pools of Mikau, whose head tilts to the side at the scene before him. "Nero what you doing here? Daddy say no sneaky around."

The ivory male groan, his voice betraying his displeasure of having to view the little guppy inches from his snout, the only barrier being the iron bars screwed to the shaft. "Shut it pest. Can't you see we're busying arguing here? Go annoy someone else."

Mikau stare intently, his tiny beady eyes drinking in the bizarre sight in which his rude relative had gotten himself into. "Argue? No! You stuck with other stinky friends, but I help you."

Nero blinked, caught off guard by the sudden swift in the conversation from the tiny four year old. Jiro snicker next to him, enjoying the Zora's puzzlement inflicted by the youngster. "Stuck? What the hell are you talking about, pup? We're not stuck here, we are just snuggling a bit since its a little chilly tonight. Right bros?"

"Yeah sure," came the replies in annoyance to his statement. Nero averted his eyes back and unleash warning hiss, his fins failing to rattle with the lack of appropriate space to do so, instead flicking to the best of their abilities.

Mikau twisted upside down as he fully inspects his cousin's situation from all angles, his tiny eyes feeding his young mind valuable information concerning the teenagers' predicament. "Still stuck. But no worry. I get help."

"No! No, we're fine. See?" Nero attempted to move, but his body refuses to budge. His teeth-like shark scales, known to marine biologists as denticles, were locked in place with the similar scale structures of bronze Sylovaakien pressed next to him. Nero froze and look at the offending Zora, then struggle to move as he try to break free. The hooks of the scales scrap at the lackeys' skins, causing both Zoran Heroes to squeal and instinctively try to snap at each other in response. The Zoras and sharks behind them did their best to scoot back and allow them room to move, but they too found themselves locked onto each other thanks to their specialize "teeth" coating their bodies. The sharks, both regulars and Zoran, were now imprison within the interior of the ventilation shaft, unable to move without scraping each other's skin. "...The hell?!..."

"Hm...Yep, you stuck. I go get Daddy. He say call him when you go snoopy around or someone in trouble, and you have both problems. He can help you out!"

"What-NO!" Nero jerk violently in the guppy's direction, tearing some of his own and Jiro's denticles from their skin. The white bull wince at his unwise error, while his shaking companion open his mouth in a silent scream.

Mikau took this as a cue to inform his parent, and as the Zoras try to recover, the pup dashed away into the crowd below, soaring over the sea of neon Zoras as he survey the stadium. All the while teenagers regain their tongue.

"Dude, your uncle is freaking terrifying when he's pissed. And now that stupid brat is going to call him over. We're going to get in some trouble for this, are we?" Jiro whined, shuddering at the possible lector they'll have to endure.

Nero release a growl in agreement. If he had pupils, he would had visibly rolled them in his frustration.

"You're telling me..."


Mikau propel himself faster as he kicked hard, his small frame wiggling through the dense wall of drifting Moon Jellies as he scan the wavering audience. But the heavenly tone of the beating music riveting the surrounding waters had proven to be too intoxicating to resist, and Mikau found his attention diverted away from the crowd and locked onto the gifted musicians ahead of him. Smoky mist of various colors seem to conceal the jamming forms of the Indigo-Go's as additional Moon Jellies drifts in the hundreds around them, but their instruments had slice through of the haze of ocean fog and sent the simple minded animals to a jittering retreat. The animals crash into each other, reacting by unleashing an intoxicating spore of stardust to explode upon collision. The sparkling particles snow down on the musicians, enchanting the visuals as their polished scales reflects the starry sheen like panes of glass. Soon more Zoras and jellyfish had flown into his line of sight, many of the former jolting in every which direction in tightly packed dances. Mikau found himself shoving around desperately to get a better view of the show.

He soon dive bomb into the sea of Zoras, squealing as the music grew more intense and wild. He pushed his way across the densely packed crowd with the music of the show before them fueling their adrenaline. Mikau stop and flutter over the head of certain Zoras, the stage lights blinking to the beat of the music. Forgetting his original mission, Mikau swam over to the front of the stage and watch in wide eyed fascination as his Godmother flooded the Colosseum in her golden melody.

It was a beautiful sight.

Lulu's (the 1st) vocal performance is unlike any he had ever heard in his life. Lulu's voice is as beautiful as a siren, the clear example of perfection that hit all the right keys without flaw as she sways in and out of the fizzing mist. The water around her vocal cords shimmer and ripple with her lyrics as she sung through her seashell microphone, and her fins swivel and twirl as she dance to the beat. The flashes of the stage lights swam across her silvery white denticles, creating a sheen of explosive auroras twisting and wavering across her face in response to her energetic movements. There was something memorizing and hypnotic about it. Not like that of a siren, but something more of an angelic spell to capitalize her impossibly sweet voice.

The music produce by the instruments meanwhile were smooth and flawless; every band member work as one to produce the most breathtaking display of teamwork the guppy had ever seen. Colorful neon bubbles suddenly ooze from the torches surrounding the entire clam-shell stage, fizzling and popping to the rhythm as it shored each of the band members behind their sizzling mist, the musicians being nothing but silhouettes. Mikau lean in scanning the massive wall of bubbles behind the still visible Lulu, trying to locate the rest of the musically talented Zoras from the haze of vibrate colors. Their instruments echo and jam with little to no concern over the blockage of exploding chaos, but their forms were nothing more the Zoran shapes ebbing in and out of existence as spot lights occasionally switch off for one Zora, but relight itself on another. All in rhythm of Lulu's voice. How are they not scare of such absurdity? Mikau would certainly panic if he were the one having to endure should a bizarre yet scary scenario. But at the same time, there was something enchanting about the whole ordeal...Something that truly draws him in...

"Wow..."

He doesn't know what it is, but with each passing moment and each passing song they produce, a waterfall of emotion flooded into the depths of his accelerating heart, causing a scream of amazement as he crawl onto the stage to preform with them. As he did, the guppy took notice of the tiny silhouettes of the lead singer's pups dancing along with the music with their family from beyond the foggy curtains, one who he had grown accustom to; Lulu teh Second. Their tiny fangs sparkle in the changing spotlights as they smile giddily, cheering on their mother. In their moment of thrill, the hammerhead guppies spotted the little mako pup peering them. While most of the siblings gawk at him, Lulu in particular wave, to which Mikau had wave back as she beacon her new friend to join the fun.

"Come on!" she mused, almost in a singing tone. "Join de party! Any kid can come over!" Though her voice were nearly drowned in the blaring of the stereo and the cheers from young Zoran Heroes, the young Sylovaakien still understood the request.

Mikau, more bolder then ever, lunge into the silky plume and found himself lost in the smoky curtain. Traversing across the stage he honed his hearing to follow particular instruments from various directions and went and reach for his crystal shells. His eyes brighten with every beat, and as his sapphire hues unravel the dark contrast of the Zoras' bodies beyond the cloak, he race towards each of the celebrities with newfound admiration. But when he spied on small darting figures swarming the musicians like densely packed krill, the guppy froze, tilting his head to the size as he try to understand the situation.

"What dis? Silly sea creatures dance too? Or more guppies? I investigate dis instant!"

He soon discover both of his assumptions were correct, for the buzzing silhouettes were those of the tiny bodies of twisting Sylovaakien guppies and energetic dancing sea breams. They twirl about in the turbulent water around the band trying to mimic their melodies with whistles and clicks. Some were even hold the bream by their little fins as they danced together. And Mikau couldn't help but join them in their squeaky choir, laughing and hugging his comrades and the legs of the musicians. Thankfully it were gentle enough to not disrupt their performances as their fingers surf over their respective instruments in brisk movements. As the army of guppies cheer on the band from their respectable distance, Japas could be seen pestering the bassist Dace, latching tightly onto his leg as the stubborn guppy refuses to release his miniature grip. The Italeik Zora groan at his misfortune.

"Psst, hey brat. Get off of me will ya?" Dace whisper harshly, trying to keep a now forced smile to remain on his white features for the booming audience. Thankfully his spot had been obscure by the oranges plumes of his spot on the stage.

"Nope," Japas protested playfully, nuzzling against his slick, scaly ankle. "I must learn yer ways! Teach me yer secrets."

"Ugh! Beat it sea squirt! I can't avoid to mess up the show. Especially when we're surrounded by predatory shark people with scary sharp fins. Wait till after the concert, kid."

"Naw dood! Ya need ta show me to be cool like you before ya shoo me away, man!"

"Dear Nayru," groan the anthropomorphic pompano. Not willing to express his dismay, the Zora redirected his focus on his task. This was easier said then done, for the tiny Trejax held onto his ankle as if his life depended on it, making it all the more distracting.

Mikau couldn't help but chuckle at the awkward display of the two jack Zoras before resuming his own agenda, dancing around the group with his friends. But at that moment he perk up considerably, noticing that something lay amiss within the pack of leaping guppies. A moment's notice flew by, and the pup was left looking around for a particular ribbon wearing girl.

"Lulu? Where are you...?" He turn this way and that, until he caught sight of her by her mother's side at the front of the stage, the cloudy mist temporarily dispatch for a better view of the child. She flutter her fan like fins as she sway side to side, tweeting her mother's melody in a soft, soothing voice with a hint of thrill. None of the common animalistic sounds were require for her to mask any cracks or stutters a typical guppy would have during a song. No squeaks. No whistles. Instead they were actual words, and her voice didn't come off as grating to the inner ears or high pitched as one would expect from a child. It came off as sweet as honey and pure as an angel. Mikau was left staring, impress with the female guppy's lack of fear in facing an entire crowd of people. He subconsciously rock back and forth, drinking in every word that rang out of her mouth. He close his eyes and hum along, the cool undersea currents brushing against his face.

A foreign, unknown instinct spark within him, and Mikau's lively blue pearls snap open in an instant. He felt a strong surge of accompanying her in some way. He wasn't aware why this feeling of providing her with his assistance had overcome his though process, but he felt it necessary to liven her world with his own music, simple as it was. His body tremble in awe, eyes glimmer, as the strange feeling urge him on, driving him to reach out for his crystal sea shells as he drown himself into the moment.

He unconsciously waddle over to one of the stereo speakers to the side of the guitarist, tripping and dropping a trail of the glinting crystals as he try to avoid the band members along the way. Reaching his destination, Mikau crane his neck back to check out Lulu teh Second's mini choir section and plop down with a burst of small bubbles flickering from his impact. Remembering his earlier jam session with the guitarist, Mikau clamp his eyes shut and train all of his focus on what he was about to accomplish. Studying the music for a moment, the young guppy soon familiarize himself with the beat and flow of the current song. And with a boost in confidence, Mikau, sure that he gotten the notes currently, redirected his gaze towards his crystal sea shells. He tap the trinkets as boldly as he could in hopes that their magical chimes will carry over the blare of the song, trying to keep it in rhythm. Lulu's little singing session seems to brighten to his interference, welcoming his act as she sang even louder. Some of the Zora pups stop dancing and scutter over to Mikau in fascination of his skills, though he took no notice of his friends, instead hoping to give Little Lulu the best show she could ever have. It wasn't until he was suddenly nudge to his small back that the guppy snap out of his concentration that he pry his attention away from his session. His little eyes lock onto the the coal orbs of the guitarist Talako, who gave the pup a quick wink and knowing nod.

"Great job kiddo! You got a good musical sense in you, son," the red and blue male commented, careful not to raise his voice over the singing Malletia ahead in the stage.

"Really?" questioned Mikau, curiosity and bafflement overriding his mindset. What was this important figure of their race going on about exactly?

Talako smile heartily, making sure his ruby fingers danced skillfully across his instrument's pale, silvery strings without skipping a note as he continue to explain. "Of course! I'm impressed! You are actually following along with the song in almost perfect sync. You are just taking on the show like a little pro. I'm surprise that you are able to not only make such a decent melody at such a young age, but to follow along as if you've always been listening to our music. And to do so with such simple trinkets too. In fact, I've notice a few of your fellow Zoras whispering as they point in your direction. They, as well as myself, are truly delighted by your take of the show. Some of your fellows are even taking pictures or recording off their shell phones. You're quite the character! Trust me, I know a fine sense of melody and talent when I hear one."

"T-talent?!" His heart felt like bursting from his chest out of the sheer excitement of the guitarist's compliment. Was he really that good with his shells? He glace at the glassy wonders sitting comfortably on his palms. They were so simple; primitive compare to professional, high quality instruments he's seen in the city's general store. "So I can be a real Music Zora too?"

"I think you already achieve that goal little guy. But with more time and practice, you'll get even better, maybe even as good as me one day."

"Wow! A Music Zora like you! I never thought of me self as one! Thank you Mr. Tally! If I make more music, it makes others happy! Right?"

"Only if you really put your heart into it," assured the guitarist, refocusing his entire attention onto his work. "Now come on. Let's jam out this show together. Concert's almost over, so let's give it an extra bit of flavor to end it off in style. Do you accept my request, little Hero?"

It took Mikau one look at the joyful expressions of the singing Lulus and the community to make up his mind. "Challenge accepted!"

Satisfied, Talako used his flipper to bring the child over to his position on the spotlight. Mikau perk in alarm at suddenly being visible in plain sight as oppose to before in the plume of colors, and for a split moment froze. That is, until he saw his Daddy Zora, watching his child with a wide eye while perched on the upper class balcony. The adult bull seem to shake his surprise off and gave him the biggest smile he ever seen, waving at him with a nod. Next to the Alpha were his two armored bodyguards, who in reality are Mikau's aunt and great grandfather. They too flash him warm, encouraging smiles, and when spying other family members dotting along with the crowd giving him the same boost of encouragement, Mikau knew he couldn't let them down. With a puff of his chest and regained confidence, Mikau collected himself and tap away, trying his best to keep up with the music. Talako would occasionally give him remarks akin to "Good" or "Wonderful!" "You're doing great!" The compliments seems to be working, as the pup had started to grow more bolder and in tune to his music. Soon all of the guppy's trouble wash away with the tides as well as the world around him. It was now just him and Talako, their souls melting into a void of stars as the two Zoras played in harmony off of each other. Mikau felt the strange, almost primal instinct once again reawaken within him, only this time it was all for himself. His inner animal sang longingly, breaking free of himself and soaring across the seas, the music fueling its purpose. Mikau tremble as he focus all of his energy on his music, feeling himself being unleashed into the world in a type of freedom he never knew of.

Suddenly a guitar solo reverberated across the stadium as the spotlight pans over to Talako's silhouette, breaking his reality. The crimson and cerulean Zora delivers riffs after wavering riffs, his fingers strumming with an fierce intensity while bubbles and smoke now particularly covers the lower half of the dancing diva a little ways in front of him. As he did, a red electric barrier blaze into life and channel itself to the fish boned instrument. The pitch, sounds, and rhythm of it had quite literary transformed it to an electric guitar, and the more energy he poured into it, the more powerful the notes became. Mikau's jaw drop alongside his trinkets as he stare up at the star guitarist before him. Talako was a far better Music Zora then he had could ever imagine, even better then all the band members combine. The pup's earlier play session with the guitar was nothing compare to this phenomenal professional. It was true talent, true skills, true passion. Talako release not just his heart out, but his entire soul had been set free, to embrace the power of music as he expertly strum out the choirs.

Mikau felt the waters around him change dramatically, and the turbulence had to pick up, tossing in some stray moon jellies into the area. The waves above moaned and increase their sluggish speed rapidly, becoming angrier as they thrash and battle each other violently. Each note sends another tide to leap from the sea and slam onto the black waters below like a breaching titan, churning and kicking up nutrients from the deeper depths. As the ocean quaked, the starry reflections dotting the once calm surface distorted until the twinkling bodies above disappear behind a smoky blanket of storm clouds. Flashes of lights flicker from the distant heavens above the seas, and a torrential downpour of rain violently pelted the wavering waters like trillions of shards of liquid glass. A wall of water rose into the sky, being pulled by the moon's gravity as vortexes of swirling water spun into life, rising from the ocean as powerful water spouts. The tsunami came crashing back down into the madness below, and as the storm rages on, the entire underwater community rattle as undersea turbulence rage with a tremendous increase of energy. Some of the buildings had even lost power as coral trees and parts of the reef topple onto power lines. All that power seem to be directly linked to the guitarist's solo performance as he continued to blaze out the music from his respective instrument, his magical barrier still going strong as he intensify the electricity into his guitar.

Talako struck the finishing touches of the song, his arm sliding past the strings in a satisfying note. Right as he did the whole stage went dark, only for it to suddenly ignite in a glorious blaze of stunning neon erupting from the torches all around them. The entire audience exploded, clapping and flashing their multicolored markings to create a dazzling display of aurora like lights flowing in motions of the waves. More confetti spew out seemingly without end from the stage lights above, snowing down on The Indigo-Go's as the stage lights lit the musical group and guppies. They wave and bow to the cheering crowd, taking a moment to drink in the massive praise they are receiving.

Toto waddle out from the backstage to the front of the band, his frog-like head held high. With an air of authority to him, the balloon like ichthyoid clears his throat and put his hands up as he try to calm the still adrenaline filled crowd of cheering Zoran Heroes. Although the adults had respectfully settle down to allow the pufferfish to speak, the rest of the crowd still howled with the adrenaline of Talako's final act. Many of which were young teens or guppies causing the most ruckus. Mikau being one of them.

"Dames and Bulls! That wraps up tonight's outstanding show!" the fat little Zora boasted while he still attempts to silence the enthusiastic shark folks, wavering his clammy hands to try and calm them. The aurora like sheen reflecting off the scales of his hand had finally gain their full attention; unbeknownst to him however, the colorful shimmers of light stimulated their predatory nature, as the flashes were akin to that of darting silvery schools of fishes. One annoyed adult smacked her teenage son upside his head for licking his fangs in anticipation.

"Be sure to catch our upcoming performances tomorrow night at 8:00 pm to 10:00 pm and again at Midnight of the following week right here in Syloannika Hall! In the meantime we'll be handing out autographs, doing interviews and take requests from fans. Be sure to attend the after show party tonight and get up close to your favorite stars! Our treat to you! Thank you for joining us tonight! You all been a wonderful audience, and for that we'll be taking some request for loyal fans! And let's give a final round of applause to The Indigo-Go's!"

The crowd cheer once again as the Zora Band bowed for a final time before the stage went dark for good. Toto proceeded off to the back of the stage, his feet stirring the heavily dense decorations littering the flooring. Every step he took sends the glimmering particles into a cloud of dust obscuring him as he vanish behind the indigo colored curtains. The musicians gather their instruments, waving to the onlookers as they prep their belongings. Luth and Enzo scrap off the grainy material from their piano and drum set respectively while Dace and Talako shook their stringed instruments to get rid of any diamond dust that may had made their way into their guitars. With their instruments set, the band had the worker move their equipment to the backstage and watch them disappear behind the blinds. Knowing their belongings are in good hands, the musically gifted Zoras walk off the stage to greet fellow Zoras in the audience as the guppies nip at their heels.

"C'mon kiddo," smiled Talako as he picked up the tiny Mako pup. Mikau crawl out of his grasp and rode on his shoulder as the crowd around him continue to celebrate. He wave at all of his pack mates as the small bull jumped off the stage and sink on of fours to the silty floor with an "oomph".

"Where we going Mister?" he asked innocently.

"We're going to party, kid! We'll make you feel like royalty tonight, because you are a little rockstar star now!"

"Yeah!" Lulu teh Second cheered, hugging Mikau from behind as the guppies laugh. The flashes of cameras and the approach of Zoras were flashing in all directions, and Mikau felt like he was she stars everywhere as the Zoras chant their names.

"Wow, is this how it feels to be a Music Zora? Becuase I want to share this with me family."

"Definently," the guitarist nodded in agreement. "Enlighten the news of your hidden talent unto your loved ones. Family always makes for the best first impression to any would be performer. And I know in my heart you may have what it takes kid."

"Well what we waiting for?" Mikau giggle as he grabbed a hold a Talako's and Little Lulu's hands. "Let's go!"


The seas had gotten considerably darker as a sudden storm had rolled in from the horizon. A foggy haze cast over the coral mountains as the waters churned and swivel all around the reefs. The turbulence rattle and bend the corals and kelp to their will, the former moaning with such tremendous anguish as their creaking arms threatens to be ripped off their bodies and whisked into the open seas above. Water spouts had began rotating, spiraling derby and various parts of the reefs they had inflicted their anger on.

A streamline form of a Zoran Hero loom out of the darkness of the night, his scarlet red scales reflecting what little light there is on the reef. The bioluminescent on the screaming corals had dim considerably in protest to the storm, but he care little of this, for his superior vision illuminated the ocean realm in clear purity. Hunched over, he crept his way through a small trench in the forested reef, keeping low to the ground as the frenzied sea grass scratched at his chest and stomach.

He came to a pause at the end of the trench and stare intently, his amber eyes spying the distinct silhouettes of three Zoras and mako sharks out in the aquatic "woods." Their eyes glowed various shades of colors, popping out against the blackening ocean like stars within the nightly heavens. However there were spots of reds dotting their retina. Hush conversation and growls can be reported as they lash their sleek flukeless tails in anticipation. However the language is, although familiar, difficult to properly decipher, though he did picked up words like "raid" and "steal" among certain vile terms. One of the Zoras were panting, trying to keep his injured arm from reopening its freshly inflicted wound as his friends (if he could call them that) barked at him for being weak. Their movements were erratic as they continued to chatter, they seem to have trouble trying to speak. But one word he did catch was one spoken of in all Zoran languages. A word in which these three Makos snarled out in obvious displeasure.

"...Sylovaakiens..."

The bull watch as the ruffians continued growl and whistle, their body movements somewhat erratic as they flash their medium sized fins in a rehearsed war dance. Despite their striking similarities to his own longfinned species, these intruders were not Sylovaakien Zoras, but are in fact a twin sister species from the shortfinned Mako. In comparison to Sylovaakiens, these Zoras were shorter and slightly stockier, with smaller erect fins that mirrored their long finned counterparts. Instead of glistening multicolored, bioluminescent markings, their patterns are two shades of solid colors. Their plain scales carry a metallic blue sheen to it, and their fins bare thin spines seen on young Sylovaakien guppies.

He recognized them as the notorious Makiiekdo Zoras, of the far western side of the Isaria Mountain. Indentical to Sylovaakiens in apperance, these humanoid Mako Sharks are much more well known within and beyond the ocean communities and have a much more vast population count then their bladed cousins of the deep. They have a infamous reputation among sailors and beach goers, and for good reason; they are scorges of the sea, vandilizing human property and asserting their domanice just for thrills. The two Mako Zoras were sometimes at odds with each other, and confrontation range from mild to fierce between the opposing groups. He recalls every time the mischievous Zoras would sneak into his hometown, either roving males attemping to breed with Zoran Hero Dames or spies sometimes abducting guppies of important leaders for ransom. Each time the Sylovaakien Zoras chase them out, always injuring a Makiiekdo or two as a message to their ill mannered cousins. There is no warm welcome between blood relatives here; this is a family feud testing both territorial disputes and the patience of the normally cool headed Sylovaakiens.

But what disgusted the bull even more was in terms of recent affairs concerning both parties; with the population of the Sylovaakien dwindling at alarming rates and Makkiekdo numbers rising, many cross breeds of both Mako folks started to emerge, and these hybrid offspring are quickly overtaking Sylovaakien territory. It made him sick just thinking about it.

"Japas!"

He saw the Makiiekdo's attention shift towards to open waters beyond the towering coral trees. A pair of Trejax Zoras glided overhead the undersea mountains, mastering the ferocious turbulence of the stormy sea. Its not uncommon for other Zora species to swim over these sacred waters; in fact it is usually bustling with overhead traffic during the day as the Sylos slept. What is unusual however is how close they are to entering the forest. Most fellow Zoras steer clear from entry as Sylovaakiens would purposely send out long, eerie wails akin to phantom and undead entity to keep trespassers out, leading many to speculate these mountains were home to spirits that wish to be left alone.

In truth Zoran Heroes, though noble, suffer from territorial aggression, and the ghostly cries were to keep out the outsiders for their own safety. But this Trejax pair are one of those special cases, and that agitated him greatly. In fact, once he dispose of the three bloody pests before him, the offended bull will teach these lowly jacks a thing or two about respecting their superiors and personal space.

He did not need to act though, as the erratic shark Zoras all charge at the Trejaxes as one, their bluish bodies blurring through the water like a trio of torpedoes. They wasted no time locking their jaws on the throats of the startled trevallies, whom yell profanities as they counterattack the crazed Makos. The Dame squeal in pain as she thrashed above the creaking trees and violently racked her claws at the shark's eye, earning a pained yelp from the ruffian as she send him off with a good dolphin kick. Her mate churn, snarling, as he wrestle to buck off the Zora trying to sink her fangs at the back of his neck, her sickle like claws digging deep into the Trejax's scales and puncturing his soft skin. The other Mako had his jaws locked onto the Trejax's throat and the two tug violently, one trying to break free while the other attempts to tear his throat out. The female Trejax came to her partner's aid and ram into the bandit holding his death grip on her mate with her powerful skull, both parties spinning in place as she try to tear one of his ear fins off. The male Trejax tackle and lash out at the charging offender, growling, spitting, and barking aggressive animalistic calls, baring his fangs as they gnash their sharp teeth.

The bull watch on in amusement, finding the fight to be intriguing as well as beneficial for his own sadistic gain. Why go through the troubles and energy of killing them all when they can do that themselves? Besides, its about time other breeds of Zoras outside his chosen people to prove their strengths, and what better way to express their inner warrior then to battle one another in cold blood? The Zora species are such an amusing race.

His fun was short lived when out of the gloom the unmistakable figure of Ruuna lunge into the fray, her swords spread open like a pair of jet wings. She twisted her body into a spiraling twirl, her blades becoming blurs of silver. She rush past the hoard, and the scream of one of the Makiiekdo Zoras rang across the mountains as blood gush out of a slit throat at an alarming rate. The two remaining Zoras froze mid attack, watching in utter horror as their fallen comrade sank into the reef below and scatter into the safety of the gargantuan corals. About four Sylovaakien Zoras greeted them from the covers of the sea plants, their eyes and teeth glow intense furosity and their fins stiffening. The Shortfinned Mako backed away at the sight, only to be snare from behind by two more Zoras. The stocky Zorans squeal and lash out as their Longfinned counterparts slash at them repetitively, striking furiously at nonlethal areas of their bodies with increasing speed. Soon the waters were bubbling in blood and tiny bits of scales and flesh floated into the cracks and crevices of the reefs. The attack came to a sudden end, and the Sylovaakien Zoras move away from the thugs, appearing to lose interest in their trembling cousins.

The Makiiekdos shakily gotten to their flippers, gasping from the extreme pain of their injured adornments which were cover in ugly, bloody gashes. they bare their fangs in displeasure at their misfortune, spying on the now seemingly bored Longfins around them. The Sylovaakiens all stare at the fiends with unreadable expressions, keeping the ruffians on edge, their scales prickle. Then, one of the Zoran Heroes lunge for them in a mock charge, causing the smaller Makos to scream and cuss as they swam backwards in wide eyed terror and anger. The larger Mako stop inches from their snots with his fangs bared before slowly backing off. The Makiiekdo understood the message, and darted off of the mountain and disappearing into the stormy night.

The scarlet bull sulk back, blending into the shadows as he dimmed the glow of his rune like markings to match the lighting of the surrounding reef. Bloody red spheres spy the pack's regrouping as Ruuna glided elegantly into the misty glade, her scimitar fins upsetting the sediments as she settle onto the lush, mossy sea floor. She wore a light, semi-cybernetic armor that pulse in rhythm with her beautiful shadowy markings and display her high status to her followers. Her subordinates bowed in her presence and the majestic dame walk with grace and nuzzle her friends with her snout. The Zoran Heroes gather around her and a quick series of clicks, whistles, purrs and squeaks chiming from the little pack as they rub their shark like noses or fluttering pectoral fins.

"Is everyone alright? Those hoodlums didn't harm any of you right?"

"We're fine, Roo," reply a handsome dusky-golden bull with midnight streaks highlighting his twilight scales. "I doubt those our little brothers are in a good mood though, heheh!"

A younger Zora snorted a laugh, albeit quite sadistic in tone. He almost has the same color scheme as Nicoda, with various differences in designs that distinguish him from the Alpha Male. His amber eyes held the highlighted shades of Ruuna's breed, and the lower half of his torso and lower arms were powdery white in contrast to the intense bleach white of his upper body. "Haha! Serves them right! Who do they think they are anyway? Bloody sons of dekus...Its one thing to have random Zoras getting lost and seeking shelter from the open seas in our waters. That I understand wholeheartedly. But those short finned fakes have serious nerve to act like they own this stretch of the mountain and harassing us to submission. Isn't their portion of the western Alps significant enough for their packs and settlements? Nayru's mercy! And to think those greedy pricks are our sister species too. They're an embarrassment to the Mako name!"

Luiil rolled her eyes, her attention partially geared towards her younger, short tempered brother, all the while keeping a concern eye on the coral tops above. "Yeah I get it; Makiiekdo are annoying as hell and they should be eaten by Koreiop Zoras, blah blah blah. That's wonderful and all, but what I want to know is what is up with those random Trejax Zoras floating up there? Think they are vacationers that gotten lost?"

In response to her daughter's comment, Ruuna look past the rainbow canopy as the shaken couple try to regain their breath, sitting on the swinging thick branches of a pink coral tree. "They may have been swept away to these depths thanks to the sudden typhoon that spawned. I could've sworn I heard the famous Song of Storms coming all the way from Syloannika, but I could had misinterpret it. There had been many representations of that song since the original was lost to time. Still, on the topic on those travelers..." With a beat of her powerful fins, Ruuna propel herself to the coral tops. She slowed as she gotten closer to the pair and crept into their view, her eyes studying them inquisitively.

The Trejaxes tremble in their place on the canopy, the Dame hugging her partner as he try to soothe her with gently hushed words of comfort. Her body shook as she bury her face into his muscular scaly chest, mumbling incoherent wording as he rocked her back and forth from their swinging perch. But one word he kept hearing was "Japas" being repeated over and over again, and this further fuel his desire to help his mate overcome her brief nervous breakdown and continue their search. His efforts were interfered when the black figure a lager "Makiiekdo" prodded her way through the thick branches and disrupted the silver plume of the night, alerting the pair. The unknown female Zora watch them from a respectable distance, lowering her head as she study them for injuries. Jade and emerald eyes met amethyst pools. The Trejax dame hunch back somewhat meekly, intimidated by the sight of the other, more imposing predator. She is defiantly not in any mood to tussle with another higher ranking hyperactive carnivore, and her spouse knew this. Her mate gotten in front of her and flail his bony plated gills, warning the mysterious Mako to keep her distance. But alas, even he was gripped with dread in his heart, for they barely survive the onslaught of the smaller individuals; this Zora is clearly twice the size of the standard Makiiekdo, whom typically stand 10 ft tall.

"Oh shit..." the pair mutter in unison.

Ruuna study them for a brief moment's notice, her body posture relax as she attempts to approach the nervous duo. The rest of her little pack watch in anticipation, ready to offer any assistance should it be needed. But for the unknown male hidden within the feathery brush, his frustrations in regards to the situation could not be more obvious. Deep down, he hoped for Ruuna to go berserk and mutilate those damn nobodies; he'd learned the hard way how violent the normally gentle Dame can become when concerning territorial disputes. He horribly scarred body was a constant reminder to those ill fated incidents. The scarlet bull glared angrily as she softly whistle to pair as she reduce the gap between her and the couple. Just his luck...

The pair perk in alarm, ready to strike her. Ruuna swam out of the mist and stop in front of them, revealing her splendid form. Her exotic beauty captivated the now frozen duo, for they had never known of a breed of Mako with such regal elegance. Knowing that she has their attention, Ruuna click at the reef below her, and within an instant, the rest of her small patrol had poked their colorful heads through the canopies, their eyes growing extremely curious of the unfamiliar faces.

Normally the feeling of being prey in the presences of these much more "superior" predator would have the pair on the brink of a fight or flight situation. But there was something mystical about these Makiiekdo; a pure and almost holy aurora that almost classified them as a whole other Zora species altogether. As if to further enchant them, the purple swirls of the Dame before them started to gently sparkle like series of twinkling starlight. In response, the rest of the Makos had mimic her behavior, unveiling a dazzling array of heavenly colors. Their silky scales and silvery fins seem to reflect their glowing patches light glistening panes of glass, sending rays of light all across the forest. It was like a disco display, and the couple had visibly relaxed, all tensions melting away. The Trejaxes started to understand the impression that they were trying to present them; they are not here to kill them, but instead showed concern for their well being. The Mako's eyes were full of worry and compassion not common in this Zoran species. As the female Makiiekdo softly placed her hand on the male's shoulder and check for injuries, the Trejax Dame finally stutter, trying to ensure her message was clear.

"P-please, you have to help us! Have you seen a little Trejax guppy around these parts? He was last seen diving to these sea mounts by few Mer merchants."

Ruuna and the other Zoran Heroes pause, and a series of shocked mutterings were exchange back and forth from Zora to Zora. Worry grip them at the thought process of a young unattended guppy swimming alone in these shark infested waters. Ruuna was alarm of the unexpected dilemma, and flashbacks of a lone, tiny Trejax tadpole swimming about their territory resurfaced before her eyes. She quickly retrain her attention back to the pair. "Son?"

"Ya! Our son!" the male barked hurriedly, grabbing the larger Mako's arms with trembling hands. Ruuna felt herself being shook frantically by the excited male, trying to refrain from biting his hand instinctively. "Little dude's aquamarine in color, long head bangs like mine, stubby little fins and emerald eyes. Oh, his name's Japas too! Have ya seen him? Little guy can't fend fer himself yet."

"...Come with me." It was a simple statement at best, but enough to spark the pair's eyes as rays of hope came in place of concern. Ruuna wasn't going to take her chances; precious seconds ticking by further decreases the guppy's odds of survival. "Sumark," she barked sternly, turning to the twilight Zora from before. "I want you and my son to scout the area immediately for any sign of the guppy. Jin, in case they are involved, go track down those Makiiekdo trio and interrogate them for any viable information they may have on the lost child. Don't hesitate to beat them if they are being uncooperative or are trying to retrain from answering you. Kabuki is to report the news to the downtown patrol station and send out more units. The rest will come with me as I escort these individuals for the town hall for further interrogations."

"Yes ma'ma!"

The hidden bull watch as the pack disperse, certain of the addressed Zoras fleeting into the silhouetted forest as they vanish from sight. As they hurriedly made their move, Ruuna gently coax the couple along, whistling a soft melody in hopes of calming their jittery nerves. She knew from many past experiences how it truly felt to loose children to the harsh elements or predators, and pay silently to Nayru that the Trejaxes' son hasn't fallen victim to any misfortunes. The meek trevalley Zoras in question kept shooting wary glances at the shark folks, a little concern of the group's true intention. As they the swam deeper into the forest, the couple couldn't help but shake the bizarre feeling of familiarity in the presence of the pack's female leader...

The group disappear entirely from his sights, leaving him with nothing but the ominous silence of the empty reef to accompany him. Like a blood soaked sea serpent lurching out from its lair, the great bull swiftly swam out of hiding and into the darken glade, stretching his aching pectoral fins with a satisfying *crack*. He grunted, sinking to the seafloor with a disdained look to his gaunt facial features as he scan the area for the lost guppy. The bull recalled having confront a guppy earlier that night that fit the couple's discription, and chased him off into the deserted allyways in hopes of the feral dogfishes to make quick work of him. Now, if he could find the remains of the brat, he'll be sure to return what's left of him as a cruel joke. If the little one somehow survive his brush with death, he'll be sure to snap the pest's neck and play with his mingle corspe. He grin at the thought of their horrified faces when they find the broken body of their brat presented to them. .

The bull crept quietly along the coral tree lines of the glade, sniffing the water for any indication of the missing child. His head suddenly snap to his left as another, yet smaller Sylovaakien Zora soar aimlessly by in the large overgrowth a few yards away. Frosty white scales and raisin color patterns that swirls across his body, highlighted with sprinkles of rosy dewdrops that pulse with a soft glow. The older male recognize the young bull as Kiva, the timid part time messenger from one of the remaining neighboring towns just west of Syloannika. A wicked, predatory grin bloom into sight, and the ill-mannered Zora abruptly approach the juvenile, blocking his route as he spread his sharpen fins. Kiva sank back with a squeak, eyes wild in surprise.

"Where are you going, kid?" he demanded with a toothy smile, his voice betraying malice.

"Zobens?"

"You didn't answer my question, brat," the bull commented, unimpressed with the teen's reaction.

"I don't have to tell you anything, rouge," Kiva said, settling himself on the sand to stand up straight. He try to avoid direct eye contact as he spoke. "You are not of my pack, nor are you associated with any other packs in the remaining cities. From what I remember from your leaked criminal records, you were banished from our society centuries ago. You are no longer one with Nayru, thus you are not worthy to live among us. So get lost from these holy mountains!"

The Zora, refer to as Zobens, only smile even wider at the youngster's retaliation as he relinquish the memories of his committed atrocities leading up to his exile. "How rude of you. I just wanted to make idle chat; a quick question is all I ask of you, dear boy. Then you can be on your merry way to do whatever garbage the youth of today do on their pitiful electronics."

Kiva took a step back, upsetting the loose silt beneath his shuffling flippers as he attempt to make eye contact with the older male. His tinted tail swish back and forth nervously. "W-well...? Go on and spill it out already. I-I don't have time to meddle with you at the moment."

"You never do, but that's besides the point. Now onto the question at hand. Have you by chance seen a lone Trejax guppy on your way to and from Syloannika?"

"Huh?" Kiva's scales bristle as he backed away with his head tilted in his bafflement. Surely this Zora must be pulling his fin at this point with such a random question... "What kind of quest-"

"Answer me, pup! My patience is running thin. Yes or no?"

"W-well, now that you mention it, I've recall a little jack Zora that didn't seem to belong to the Indigo-Go's; he was a Trejax guppy as you stated. Last I check, he went to Syloannika Hall to help set the stage for Dai Blue with the help of the new Sea De-shit, Mikau! Nicoda and Ruuna's son were seen interacting with him!"

"Pardon?" Zobens raise an eye ridge, more perplex by the younger Zora's peculiar choice of wording. "You briefly spoke of that youngest son of the elective Alphas in such a way as if he is the next in line of the holy protectors. Have you witness something off in relations to that brat that wasn't meant to be seen by mortal eyes?" Zobens lean forward with a sly look on his face as he smiled giddily. "Because I'll gladly take what you know and be on my way."

"NO! I mean...uh...No, not at all. I was watching a documentary on Sea Deities recently during history class and the wonders of their achievements had been stuck in my head. Mikau just so happens to be another descendant of them, but that's all. Nothing's amiss. Now please leave me alone. I don't want to worry my mother again for coming home late."

Before the scarlet male would rebuke, Kiva kicked off the seafloor and twisted to the left to bypass the intrusive Zora, hoping this will be the last he'll see of him. Zobens stood there motionless, quietly studying the nervous young bull as he follow his movement with his head carefully. Lights from the heavens flicker in bright flashes, illuminating the darken glade and the youngster's sleek frame, revealing a body language that spoke of fear. His fins were tucked in and ticked with anxiety, tail wrapping around his throat and curl at the tip, and his head was downcast. Kiva warily swam by the larger shark, eyes darting nervously in the other Zora's direction. Each time their eyes connect he adverted his gaze to avoid the other's stony glare. He prayed the blackening waters obscure just enough of his pitiful state in hopes of masking his growing dread.

Without warning, a violent tug of his tail had the young messenger jerked back by the adult bull, the latter's red claws penetrating deep into the teenager's skin. Kiva scream in shocked panic, instinctively thrusting back his now unsheathed sword fin to the offender's stomach. Zobens shifted his weight and the blade barely miss his adornment, the sharp edges grazing his blood red scales. The adult male aggressively yank the youngster's tail yet again, flipping the off balanced youth bellyside up before slamming him to the seafloor. Plumes of sand and silt obscure the thrashing Zora as the stronger male pinned him down. Kiva flash his now glowing fangs, desperately trying to land a solid bite to the older Zora's throat as Zobens held his arms, smiling sadistically at him.

"Idiot! Do you really think I'm stupid, you little twit? The Alphas across these mountains were force to temporarily ban Sea Deity related projects in response to the deadly consequences of Gyorg venom when exposed to those infected, which is the majority of the populous. You did NOT view any such film in relation to those over glorified bastards; I already saw it in your cowardly eyes. Everyone knows what a terrible liar you are, so don't bother trying to hide from reality, because I guarantee you the ending results will not be pleasant."

The teenager thrash wildly, squirming side to side as he try to free himself from the bull's iron grip. "Leave me alone! Please!"

"Why? After all, it wouldn't do any harm to tell me what you know on the subject."

"What are you-?" Kiva paused and stare at the offending Zora, his eyes widening in realization of what his attacker was really gloating about. Shoal's earlier threat came back to haunt his conscience, making him all the more paranoid. "No, I can't. I won't!"

"Heheh...Refraining from telling me what you know about that little Sea Deity are we? Such a shame. I almost like your pretty little face, since seeing your constant fear always gave me so much entertainment." Zobens lifted a hand and place his red claws dangerously close to his victim's eye. Kiva squeak at the sight of it. "Pity I might have rearrange it."

"That Sea Deity...? Wait a minute. Y-you knew about him all along? Are you some sort of stalker?"

"Let's say I kept myself occupy in the last four years keeping a close eye on Ruuna's family. After all, that stupid brat is the reason why Adelar had to die, and I will not sit around and let them carry on with their lives without punishments. Just tell me what you know and I'll leave you be. Or I'll make this your last time seeing them or your family again."


Nicoda watch with pride as Mikau drown in the attention of his fellow Zoras, the band promoting his show as they held him and Lulu the Second to high regards over their head. Aditu and Shoal provided as his agents, guarding him as the present him for all the Zoras to see. The look of pure joy and the way he reacts to the instruments made the bull realize the pup may be more passionate for music then either of them thought. The talk he had earlier with the guppy in relations to him owning a guitar replayed in the back of his memories, and it had become all the more clearer. Mikau had always been attracted to music since he had been a hatchling, more so then any other guppies his age hence the arrangement to the concert. Perhaps seeing him with engage in the music business as a hobby wouldn't hamper his overall duties as the Sea Deities. If he was really up for it, maybe Nicoda could arrange a music teacher to give him lessons once he becomes old enough to own an instrument.

"Dad!"

Nicoda whirl around just in time to be tackle by two of his adult kin, smothering him in a group hug. The Bull laugh as he return the embrace and spun them around, earning excite giggles or yips from his excited daughter and son. Opening his eyes, he glance up to see Ruuna approaching him, the crowd dispersing and greeting her respectfully as she smile wholeheartedly at him. Feeling his eldest kin releasing him, Nicoda happily allow Ruuna to leap into his open arms and lock their mouths in a passionate kiss. She broke the spell all too quickly for his liking though, for she freed herself from his grasp at stood back at arm's reach. Her scales glowed in the radiant lighting of the disco as she stood in regal grace before him.

Two Trejax Zoras timidly made their presence known as they slink into view behind the Dame. Many Zoran Heroes fell silent as they murmur and study the unfamiliar individuals curiously. One pup waddle up to them and gave them a playful nip, trying to understand what class of Zoras they are through the classic taste test. The couple yelp and quickly seek shelter behind Ruuna, eyeing the crowd around them warily. Nicoda cocked his head to the side as he examine the strange Zoras, curious of how they came to be in these waters.

The female wave shyly, failing to suppress her nervous giggle. "Um, hi there. Big sharky Mako man."

Nicoda chuckle as he wave back. "Oh? Who are these characters?"

Ruuna patted them reassuringly as she explain, a noticeable calmness washing overcoming the pair's shyness. "We picked up these Trejaxes several miles off of Syloannika in the Isaria Mountains. They were searching for their lost guppy, who was sighted by Mermen diving into our home. We've just been made aware that the Zoraling is seen alive and well in Syloannika Hall, so we came here as soon as we could to meet up with him."

"Ah! I know who you speak of. The little guy is over here."

The eyes of the Trejaxes had noticeably lit up as the Bull escorted the small group through the wall of Zoras. As everyone move away to allow them access to the band ahead. His and Ruuna grinned widely as their kin froze when they sighted the musicians signing pectoral fins of their fans and shaking hands with government officials.

"Wait, are they...?!" one of them boasted in shock.

"Surprise!" the parents cheered in perfect unison. The Trejax pair seem just as surprised by the band's appearance as they were.

Not wasting another second, the siblings dash over to the band members, welcoming them in uncontrollable trills and squeals as they engage in excited conversations with the famous Zoras. The band hug them, delighted to be able to interact with the siblings after so long.

Nicoda motion the Trejax couple over and pointed in the musicians' direction. There, just next to the busy bassist was Japas, dancing along to the beat of the music as he try to get the other guppies to join him. Nicoda smile down warmly at the happy little Zora and tap his back to grab his attention. Japas gawk at the sight of the large male but with a wag of his tail he regain his previous giddiness and wave at him.

"Woah cool!"

Bending slightly, he wave at the little Zoraling as he greets him. "Why hello there. You must be Mikau's little friend I heard about. And seen harassing Dace on the stage earlier. Is that correct?"

"Sure am!" Japas said with a mighty puff of his chest. "Name's Japas! But ya can me Japas! Mikau is my new friend and I love Super Cool Super Zoras like you! Can ya adopt me?"

"Oh my! Adopt?"

"Yeah! I heard all 'bout ya in bedtime stories every night, and I always want to be one! I must learn yer ways, ole wise one."

"Well, I wouldn't mind but," with a flick of tail, Nicoda signal for the parents to approach. Their eyes grew wide, and joyous smiles erase all traces of their caution nature. "I think you'd be better off with your real family, sport."

The little gasp in happiness at the unexpected sight of his parents. "Mommy! Daddy!"

"Japas!

Japas was scooped up into his mother's arms and held tightly to her chest, his father hugging them both. The tiny Zora nuzzle his parents lovingly as Nicoda and Ruuna gotten together to witness the heartwarming sight. The female Trejax gear her attention back to the Mako couple, tear bubbles forming in her eyes.

"Thank you! Thank you both for making sure he was alright! You are the kindest Makiiekdo Zoras we've met."

"Its our pleasure ma'am. We're more then happy to help," Nicoda said.

"Ya'll good Zoras. We'll always remember ya fer doing dis good deed," the father of the guppy slurred, his accent coming off as strange choice of vocabulary to the Alpha pair.

"I'm sure you will," Ruuna beamed as she tickle Japas's cheek. The guppy squeal delightfully at the touch. "Please help yourself to our party. You deserve to relax and relive all of the stress travel before returning home. I'm sure the others will gladly welcome once they deem you are good willed Zoras."

"Thank you," responded the Dame yet again, holding her child high over her head with the biggest grin she could muster. "Come, Japas! Let's us worship the holiness that is The Indigo-Go's!"

"Yay!"

Wasting little time she dash her to meet the group, giggling along with her son as if she herself were a guppy. Her mate swam them, stopping to wave at the Sylovaakien couple before rejoining his family.

"So, how long do you think it'll take for them to realize we've met four years prior? With them attacking for tending to their tadpole?"

"I'll give them a day," Ruuna shrugged as she watches the female Trejax tackling Dace to the floor. The bassist nearly cuss as two Sylvaakien guards remove her from his squirming body and made her sit by a corner. "Also, Nero and his friends were taken to the station after they somehow broke the ventilation shaft they were stuck in. Just a heads up when you see construction being done on the west side of the Colosseum the next time we go to work."

"Stupid teenagers," Nicoda groan with a roll of his eye. His sight landed back on Mikau and all traces of annoyance evaporated instantly. Mikau sign his name and strum the strings of Talako's guitar with his crystal shells, emitting a blend as perfect as milk and honey itself. Lulu de Second sang in tone to the music, now working together to form a duet. Japas danced along to the float of their little song, earning his own fans and a surprised look in his father's face. Zoras of all ages continued to praise them left and right, and soon were only talking about what many are considering is their hidden talents.

Ruuna put her hand to her mouth hold in a squeal at the sight, turning away with a look of pride in her eyes. "What miracles had our dear child done?"

Nicoda nuzzle her affectionately, and the two watch proudly as the guppy address his fans. "Only the most purest of wonders a guppy can accomplish, dear."

Chants for the musicians and participating guppies continuously rang over the music as everyone sang their praise, cameras flashing everywhere. The lead Singer and Guitarist grab the preforming guppies and held them high over their heads. A round of applause erupted in their honorer, and the three guppies waves and laugh as they soak in the fun. Mikau was soaking it all in, when the faint yet distinct sound of a scream echo in his conscience. Some of the Zoras had flinch, even his parents and siblings, having heard the sound too. This one was different. It did not boast the positive energy of the rest of the crowd, nor did it come from anywhere near the ballroom. It was a clear sound of distress, echoing from the mountains surrounding the city.

It was Kiva...


Oh no, poor Kiva. I'm such a terrible person am I?

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