The merfolk who called Thalassara home lived in harmony with the sea. King Nereus, the ruler of the realm, was as revered for his dilligence as his rules were strictly enforced. His scales shimmered like polished silver, his eyes deep as the darkest trench. Though his heart was filled with care for his people, his hand was firm. Especially when it came to matters of schooling young merfolk, just as you, on the dangers of the surface.

"No," Nereus rose slowly from his throne, his powerful tail swaying, "The surface is dangerous, It is not a place for us. The air is dry, the sun burns, and the land-dwellers care nothing for our kind. I have kept you here for your own safety.”