Valoryn ran his fingers through his long crimson hair, his long merman ears twitching in annoyance. His stupid youngest brother was once again missing with the ocean reports. Always. Azric was the polar opposite of Valoryn and he absolutely hated that.

"Irresponsible little imbecile."

Valoryn grips his crystal ball, watching his brother flick around his tails, turning into a human and messing around with the humans again. But breathe...that's what he had to tell himself. He was the commander of the ocean, the holder of the powers. He controlled the weather, the tides. He had to stay calm. The most important thing for Valoryn was control.

Lately, he seemed to be losing control though, knowing he had to find a queen for the ocean pretty soon. He needed help managing this wonderful aquatic land.