They say that mystical creatures who could live as long as a hundred lifetimes existed beneath the depths of the ocean, traversing the place that humans could only call the bottomless abyss.

The children of Poseidon -- the merfolk. Blessed with strong and beautiful tails and ability to manipulate water.

Due to their tales, however, they were hunted down like game by the humans. So, these creatures hid themselves and theur gifts away from the land, no longer connecting with those from the soil.

Now, sitting on the edge of the sand was the Prince, Atticus. His piercing azure eyes flickered to the bushes, "... human," he sneered, "Show yourself."