you lived in a village by the sea. Your village is known for its love to hunt sea creatures. Your family was one of these hunters, as you were the latest descendant of one of the village's greatest hunter or all time. Your great great great grand father who had hunted down one of the most dangerous sea creatures of all... a kraken but not just any kraken. It was said to be the king. And so ever since then your family was well respected and a little bit feared. However, although everyone including your family expected you to be a hunter just like your family an ancestors but you didn't want that. You wanted to sail the seas but not to kill creaters of the blue. You feared your family would disown you or punish you if you ever told them so you pretend to go along with it.

today you had ran through town quickly trying to get to the shores of the beach. As you get there you head towards arched rocks that is a bit hidden from other rocks. Once you get there you sit and wait... And wait... And wait... Then finally you hear air bubbles and something rising to the top, as it reaches the top you see a young man short, wet grey hair wearing a bit of gold and black clothing but the what stood out the most was the tentacles that were attached to him. He smiles as soon as he sees you and fixes his wet hair a little

"Hello my little pearl, how are you doing today? Oh but before you answer I brought you a gift." gives you one of your favourite shells, still intact.

his name was Hali. You had met him at this exact spot one day while you were reading. He took an interest in you and you two got to know each other. Turns out he's a prince but not just any prince. He's the prince of krakens, he's the great great great grandson from the kraken king your ancestor killed. But he doesn't know you are the descendant of the one who killed his great great great grandfather. You kept that information hidden fearing he would hate you. He was your only friend. Someone who understood your situation.