I find myself leading and in the middle of eight thousands mermen ready to die in my stead.

The battlefield is strangely a bit bright, like some of the sunshine got through the water.

Afar is the army of my brother, Matthew Frost, who is leading eight thousands mermen as well. The feeling is scary, knowing that you are leading massive underwater troops, that you hold that much power. It's even scarier that you are leading them to war.

I put my shield on the ground, leaning it against my left foot and then I take off my helmet; it feels like it's suffocating me. I stare at the blurry reflection of me on my shiny blue helmet. My father gave me a set of armor to be wear, and the armor has the color of corals underwater. The breastplate was blue with strange green markings, and it was as light as feather. The greaves were blue covered with a bit of brown color, they were light as well but it didn't cover my thighs. The gloves felt like it fused with my skin, they were as if weren't there and they covered me up only until the elbow. The shining blue-green helmet was a Spartan helmet with the Y-hole on the face side, my mouth, nose and eyes were free and without the hair kinda thingy on top of the helmet. It felt weird when I saw my reflection, I looked like someone I've known my entire life and yet I felt like I didn't know him at all. I looked like a true hero of Greek, one of the mermen that helped me put on my armor told me that.

For some reason, I'm gasping for air. I feel like I'm sweating, which is impossible since I'm underwater. My muscles are tense and I can hear my own breathing.

Now one thing that I need to do on my to-do-list is to kill my brother, fun. All that these mermen are waiting for is the sound of the horns of war.

I feel like I should make a speech, but I can't think of any comforting words.

The horns of war caught me off guard and then it begins. The first wave of both armies is advancing; all of them is running towards the enemy, three thousands mermen from each army with swords, shields, and spears. They all yell, roar, and shout, ready to create mayhem. The drums then begin to making a loud noise throughout the entire battlefield.

Then the crashing sound of when the two forces meet each other, the sound of battle can be heard. Swords clashing, the shouting, I can hear all of it perfectly.

I stand there in silent, holding my helmet, waiting for the first wave to finish poking at each other. Six thousands mermen standing behind me, waiting for me to lead them.

My eyes are fixated on someone who is wearing a different armor than the grey mermen. He is so far away from me but I can tell for sure, that is the general of the grey mermen, that is Matthew Frost. He is wearing a shining white armor that actually makes him obvious to the eyes.

My heart grows uneasy; do I really have no choice but to kill him?

I shook my head; I know that I will just have to figure that out later when I have defeated him.

The two forces are waning out and I know that I need to advance now. I put on my helmet and then I grab my shield. Riptide in my right hand and a shield in my left.

I turn to the army behind me, I raise my sword and I yell; 'FOR POSEIDON!'

They roar and shout and then I turn around and lead them to the enemy's force with a yell. The enemy is marching right to us as well; we're going to clash at the very middle of this battlefield.

Slowly but surely, we're getting closer, and I can feel every second and every step that I take as I get closer and closer to the first grey merman on sight and I stop hearing any sound at all. It feels like I have gone deaf, whether it's just the adrenaline or something else, the world seems to be quiet.

I bash the first grey merman that I come across upon with my shield, I spin and I slash another grey merman. My ears are still not picking up any sound, but I keep swinging my sword left and right.

Minutes passed and I still don't feel tired. I keep rolling and dodging every attack and slashing every grey merman that I came by upon as the sound slowly coming back to me. I begin to be able to hear the yell and the shouting again.

In the midst of battlefield, my mind has been set on a purpose; to find Matthew Frost. I keep moving and slaying every grey merman that attacks me but I still can't find Matthew.

The bright side is that I can see that somehow, my army is winning. The blue mermen are pushing the grey ones and the grey mermen are in disarray. Then ground beneath us shakes all of the sudden.

It stops shaking but then come the next one and it's even stronger.

An earthquake? Right now? That's impossible, I thought.

The ground starts to crack and huge tentacles start coming out from the ground. The width is around the size of a car and it's so long that it stretches from one corner of my eye to the other.

The tentacles begin to whip around, smashing almost anything alive on the ground. Lots of blue mermen got squashed under those tentacles in less than five minutes. One of the tentacles comes smashing right to me but I quickly roll over and manage to dodge it in time as it comes smashing down to the ground.

With one knee on the ground I watch as that something rises from the ground, the body, the source of the tentacles. It covers me with its shadow, around fifty feet tall, the size of a tower in total. A thing of legend, an ancient beast.

The Kraken.