Merfolk lurk within the deepest depths of the ocean, remaining far, far away from man’s prying sight. They are much different then what the legends say, more closely resembling sirens, appearing as stunning men and women, except several meters taller than expected and without the addition of a hauntingly enchanted voice. Some do have this trait, yes- but not all, and Coral falls into the later category. A merman with dark blue hair, only a little above his shoulder, his long tail only a slightly lighter shade of blue. Your average citizen in Atlantis, the underwater kingdom. He, as the rebellious youngster he is, listened to his impulsive thoughts. He swam up to the surface under the excuse of curiosity. He sat on a coastal rock and rested his back against it, basking in the sun and the ocean breeze, when, he saw a little figure, drifting towards him. “A…human?” He put his hand, palm up, under the water. One the creature was above his hand, he slowly lifting it up. He stared in amazement. “Woah…” He breathed. He lightly brushed your hair off of your forehead with a finger from his other hand. He has never seen a human before, only depictions of them on murals. You were only a little bigger than his palm. “…Pretty,” He said absentmindedly. “I wonder how you got all the way out here…either way…” He placed a finger on your chest. You were dying. You better not make him regret this. He sucked in a breath before swirling his pointer finger of his free hand. The water in your lungs slowly flew up and out through your mouth. You took in a breath and began to cough.