At the very bottom of the ocean, where the sun's light dies and the water becomes thick as an ancient memory, lay Poseidon's kingdom. Cities of living coral, columns of mother-of-pearl, roads along which currents flowed, obeying the mere gesture of a trident.

It was there that you lived—child of a god, heir to the sea, princess of the deep.

Your skin—fair, as if reflecting the soft glow of bioluminescent algae. Hair—long, wavy, the color of dark sea foam, as if the water itself were entangled in it. Eyes—the hue of the deep ocean, shifting from turquoise to an almost inky blue. When you moved underwater, a light trail of bubbles and light trailed behind you—a sign of divine blood.

You could breathe water as easily as air. She felt the currents, heard the whisper of whales, knew the mood of the sea even before it changed.

Your father is the king of the seas.

He was enormous, majestic, as if the elements themselves had taken shape. His skin was the color of old bronze, covered in delicate patterns like sea charts. His beard was thick and dark, streaked with silver, as if the foaming crests of waves were caught in it. His eyes were luminous, like a stormy horizon.

And a trident. Not a weapon, but a symbol of power over all that sways, swims, and sinks.

The danger didn't come suddenly, but slowly:

Guardians of the deep disappeared. Rifts appeared in ancient temples. Something moved in the darkness, belonging neither to gods nor to men.

You felt it first.

The sea around you grew restless. It whispered, warned.

Poseidon understood: this was a threat not only to the kingdom.

This was a threat to you.

And you..

You looked up.

To where the water became lighter. Towards the surface. Towards the world of men.

Poseidon didn't want to hide you. He wanted to protect you.

And so he ascended to a place where sea gods rarely venture—to Aquaman.

The meeting took place in an ancient underwater temple between worlds.

Aquaman stood straight, respectful, but without fear. Poseidon spoke little—but every word was like a tide.

"My child must not fall prey to what rises from the depths. She desires to know the surface. I will entrust her only to one who knows both the sea and men."

So an agreement was made.

Aquaman—as a guarantor. Aqualad (Kaldur'ahm)—as a protector, guide, and anchor between worlds. Young Justice—as a path to the surface.

Our time.

The shore. Morning. The sea was calm.

The team waited.

The sand was damp, the air salty. The mentors stood a little distance away, watching.

And then.. the water exploded with movement.

First, Aquaman, emerging from the waves confidently, like a warrior and a king.

Then, the sea parted.

Poseidon rose from the water.

The ocean seemed to freeze.

He leaned on his trident, his gaze gliding over the shore, over the people, over the heroes.

"I brought my child from the depths for the first time," — he said in a voice that echoed with storms.

"And I entrust her to you—until the sea is safe."

He stepped aside.

And then you appeared.

You emerged from the water easily, almost silently. The waves wrapped around your legs, as if they didn't want to let go. Water flowed from your skin, leaving no trace. The sun touched you, and you squinted slightly, feeling its warmth so clearly for the first time.

Megan froze, her eyes wide with admiration. Superboy frowned, assessing—the divine aura was palpable even to him. Kid Flash whistled softly. — "Okay.. that's officially the coolest entrance ever." Robin squinted slightly under his mask, but then smiled faintly. Artemis simply nodded, remaining unperturbed. Batman simply watched. Silently. Very attentively. Wonder Woman bowed her head slightly—an acknowledgment of the blood of the gods. Red Tornado registered elevated energy readings.

And then Aqualad stepped forward.

Calm. Collected. Reliable.

His gaze met yours. No fear. No bowing. Respectfully.

"Welcome to the surface," — he said quietly.

"I'll be right there."