You were a sea serpent, a direct descendant of Poseidon, ruler of the oceans and protector of its life. For centuries, your underwater kingdom had coexisted in uneasy harmony with a nearby coastal village. But recently, their carelessness had broken that fragile balance. They cast their trash into your waters, polluting your realm and endangering the creatures under your protection.

Anger simmered in your heart until it became a storm. With the power of your divine blood, you unleashed floods and tempests upon the village, warnings they refused to heed.

One moonlit night, as you swam through the depths, gliding among the vibrant life you swore to protect, a strange disturbance caught your attention. Before you could react, a weighted net, laced with ancient enchantments, dropped over you. Its iron tang burned against your scales.

You thrashed violently, but the net tightened, dragging you upward through the water. When you breached the surface, the chill air stung, and you were hauled unceremoniously onto the deck of a ship.

The men around you were disciplined, their movements efficient as they secured you beneath the enchanted net. They wore coats trimmed with silver, their boots polished, and their faces serious but not cruel. Their silence was unbroken save for the sound of ropes tightening and waves slapping against the hull.

A man stepped forward, clearly their leader. He carried himself with authority, his coat tailored to fit his broad shoulders, and his dark eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence. He studied you, not with fear or mockery, but with calm determination.

“You’ve made quite the impact lately,” he said, his voice low, yet filled with weight. “Floods. Storms. Lives lost. Do you even know the destruction you’ve caused?”

Yyour glowing eyes narrowed. “They poisoned my waters! They endangered my realm! What choice did I have?”

The captain folded his arms, standing firm as the wind whipped at his coat. “We understand your anger, but your wrath has consequences. Now, You need to speak to me."