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Peace.

That was what this arrangement stood for. Peace for the Southern and Central seas. Still, for all this arrangement his fellow merpeople spoke. They spoke about how the Southerns had their ways of vanity, how they stuck their nose to other merpeople and how greedy they were.

Prince Neptune still had to marry this mermaid and though his mind set his thoughts, his ideas, and his objectives the people closes to him had warped and convinced him to things he did not want to believe. A look from King Poseidon, a forced smile oddly curled on the right side of his face made the Prince worried.

Peace.

He repeated over, and over, and over in his mind. The word spun faster as his soon to be wife glided down the aisle, her tail fanning though the salt water gave some looks from the mermaids of the Central seas to the Southern bride. The same mermaids-bitter creatures-hid their mouths behind fans crafted of iridescent Rainscale fish, chatting with one another then setting their eyes on the taken Prince; their sharp glares sent messages of anger of their kingdom's decision.

Peace.

He gulped the words down like swallowing hairy algae. The music stopped, emphasizing the air between the guest and the activity. The ceremony commenced, Neptune then his wife spoke, then their hands were bounded together as a sign of their contract. Prince Neptune heard murmurs and whispers. He bit his lip quickly before returning to his straight face composure.

Peace!

He repeated to himself to stay mentally still. He finally heard his wife's name, Ligea or Nejai-he would care to remember as the day and as his life when on. It was then he set aside his nerves to pay attention to her: The Southern mermaid that received the talk and stares, the one that was in a foreign land and had to spend the rest of her life here and the one who needed someone to ease her nerves like he had when he thought about her circumstance. He set his eyes into hers, through her sheer vail she stared back. They repeated the words and language they were taught, but the voice behind them were non-existent. The energy used to express all feeling traveled through their eyes, the stares, the blinks, the eyebrows and glimmers spoke the language of emotion.

Of love? No. Of happiness? No. Both new those things had to be learned through their years together. The did recognize what they needed for now and until death: Peace.

Chapter 2: The Northern seas

The oceans of Andros were divided into three areas. The Central seas held the underwater palace. The Central seas had a bright array of coral and sea plants along with the largest population of merpeople, of this society had tails with narrow edges that could stay still on firm surfaces and could replicate a hume's standing position. The Southern seas were warmer than the Central. The coral their had a stronger yellow hue similar to the seas of Solaria, which was in favor for the great migration of mimicfish. The merpeople had an odd variation of fins to the style that appeared like fairy wings along with beautiful tails, which were also great for speed as they were with appearance.

The Northern oceans were different. The corals were deep in color and hard in texture. The vegetation was not the most admirable, some fed on the sea life in that area -merpeople if they were unlucky enough. The merpeople in this area protected the nearby Omega gate and the underwater dungeons, both held up by the humes and merpeople of Andros protecting the dimension from the escape of cross-planetary criminals. This area of the seas held the gate between Andros and many other realms including Earth, one that had not been used in centuries.

Neptune and Ligea took the royal carriage, driven by one of the castle guards and pulled by the large seahorses that roamed across Androsian seas. Behind them were three more guards, each carrying spears made of seashells and precious metals. Neptune did not like the use for these carriages; he could swim on his own! But his nerves got the best of him when he looked at Ligea, his wife with child, and if she swam the wrong way, fell or caught her tail in the seaweed that something would happen to her and their child.

"Neptune, I know mean well but do we need the carriage?" It seemed that the ride bothered Ligea more than Neptune. The animals that pulled the carriage startled her and her tail was getting sore.

"I want you to feel comfortable. I do not want you to feel troubled...due to your condition..."

"What 'condition'? Being pregnant does not mean I'm injured!"

"Ligea, be grateful for that the guards came to aid us to the Northern seas. You did request us to go this far for a fortune."

Ligea huffed, "You're blaming me. Neptune, my husband, has such a thick skull of a turquoise whale and a matching minuscule brain!"

"Ligea!"

"Neptune!"

The guards whistled with the bickering of their royals. They wouldn't budge to intervene; it wasn't worth getting their heads ripped off for a couple's innocent spat. Eventually it quieted down for everyone's benefit.

The ride stopped between a cavern and the royals were forced to swim on their own. The guards circled the two, their weapons position for any surprised attack. Neptune could not stop staring at his wife whom treaded along with trepidation for the fortune. Stingrays, octopi and turtles were the only things they passed until the sight of mercury flytraps. The plants large enough to swallow a tortoise, they decorated the sea in a reverberating blue and yellow glow. It was their sweet visual melody to call their meal in. They are prevalent in the Lymphean seas, so much that some sectors of the sea were deserted due to these plants, but these plants popped up in the Androsian seas. "Sire, we need to swim above them. Touching their tendrils will set them off."

And so the party did. No fin touched the any part of the sea plants.

The waters as they proceeded to the Northern seas were murky. Some white tinge colored their sight and Ligea squinted and continued. Stone houses that fell from the surface scattered the ocean bed. They all fell from the war between the surface king and the sea king from a time ago. The merpeople were told this tale since they could speak: the surface king was power-hungry and wanted to rule the seas as he'd done the land. The merpeople king told him his fault and would sacrifice himself to protect his people from his war so he called on The Great Dragon for power and became the monster deity Leviathan. He destroyed many of the surface world and its people, sinking them and people underwater. It was only when the surface king stopped that the Leviathan ceased and the surface king and the sea king abided to a contract, respecting the land above and below.

It did not change the race relations between them: there were many humes that hated the merpeople and many merpeople that hated the humes. But neither wanted to witness Leviathan's wrath and that his wrath destroyed what was the northern seas.

Merpeople lived in these houses, mostly the banished and those whom cannot afford live in the Southern and Central seas. Either Central or Southern sea government would help these people to the superstition that these people were curse from staying in this archaic area from the ghost that once lived in these houses and their endless haunt for the people that disturbed their resting place. However, the location of the fortune tellers resided in this area.

From what Ligea heard, the three fortune tellers have a mystical connection to the heavens and hell unlike the fortune tellers in the capital that she heard have no magical being and over charge for simple words like "Your child will be very handsome and prosperous. He will lead his Kingdom with a nobility." Ligea wanted detail, she wanted the words that escaped their lips to tell a story from birth and to lay truth. So did Neptune, but he was more skeptical. He did not believe in the antics of these tellers and would love to ban their practice away from the capital if it was not for his people's excitement towards them. It was gullibility and Neptune laughed at those that took the advice seriously, to the point that they wore ridiculous jewelry and participated in humiliating dance rituals.

The house they stopped by had a simple purple cloth ragged and punctured with deep rips. A Woman appeared behind the curtain, her hair pulled and pinned up to a cascade of white locks. and eyes grey but she looked like any other mermaid in their prime. She bowed deeply, "Your majesty."

"We are here because you are the 'so-called best fortune tellers around'. We'll pay you handsomely, if you can live up to your title."

"Me and my sisters are..." she said, still bowing to the royals. "And what if you don't like what you hear, your grace?"

"Then this would be your last fortune."