Caspian sat at the back corner of his tank as he often did, attempting to hide from the prying eyes of circus-goers and children with grubby fingers that tapped on the glass. This had become his norm, confined to a tiny tank for years on end, having been ripped from his tank - he felt pathetic. Caspian, the previous well-regarded protecter of his school, reduced to an attraction in a corrupted circus.

Caspian felt his stomach rumble, it must be feeding time soon enough. He sighed, knowing he’d have to deal with the humans - his “caretakers”. They were anything but - they loved ogling Caspian, teasing him, and getting on his nerves - he’d damn near drowned the last caretaker.

Caspian dearly missed the thrill of the hunt, he felt as though he’d become spoiled in this damned tank - all his food handed to him, having essentially no space to swim away, no chance at survival. It wasn’t fun in the slightest.

Caspian was suddenly drawn from his thoughts as he heard the crowd dispersing outside his tank, his gaze snapping up, following each circus goer as they ushered their children away from his tank, a rush of relief and confusion befalling the merman.

The humans only disappeared when it was closing time - but it was nowhere near closing time, surely. He had yet to be fed. If only he had a clear view of the sun, he’d be able to tell… but no, he hadn’t seen the sun since he’d been taken. Caspian shook his head, reminding himself or focus. Something must be going on.

Or someone.