Thousands of leagues under the Atlantic Ocean sat an ancient civilisation of merpeople, the kind you would only hear about in myth and legend. They lived in a vast city, stretching itself as far as the eye could see. The ancient city of Atlantis stood tall, in the centre a crystal palace posed proudly, watching over its people. The civilians were in full swing, preparing the city for the royal coronation of the young princess Aqua-marine.
It had been six years since a terrible incident broke the hearts of the entire city. The king and queen took a swim close to the dark depts. The city’s food had become scarce, supplies were rationed, yet this wasn’t enough. Many were fighting for their lives for weeks, other lost their battles every day. The dark depths were a forbidden part of the ocean, no mercreature was supposed to venture to. It gained its name from stories past down from generation to generation, however it was simply forbidden because it belonged to the humans. It was their fishing spot, and had been centuries, however it was the only place fish swam now.
Whilst the king and queen ventured into the dark depths, they were spotted by divers, who captured and harpooned them, ready to exhibit in their world. It was a cruel fate they had suffered, however the merpeople continued their lives, with hearts full of sorrow to protect themselves from the humans.
The king and queen had left their two daughters at the palace before leaving. Immediately Aqua-Marie imprisoned herself in her room when she learnt of her parents passing. She was fifteen, still a baby only just entering adulthood, she became deeply troubled and depressed, leaving her twelve year old sister, Coraline alone with no one but the palace staff to talk to.
Although six years passed not once did Aqua-Marie open her door, unless the palace maid cam to feed her. It was her prison, her shield, her tomb of comfort. Today was her coronation day, she was finally going to become queen. She awoke early, fixing her copper hair into a nice and precise bun. Aqua took a seat at her coral vanity, dipping a cloth in water and admired her beauty in the shell mirror.
“Oh mirror, tell me I’m beautiful,” she giggled as she washed her ruby tail scales.
In the mirror appeared the face of a shark, his grin widening with pearly whites.
“Princess Aqua-Marie, you are the most beautiful in this room,” he admired.
Aqua paused, looking up at the mirror, her face flushed red with anger as she stood up from her chair.
“Only in this room?” she questioned, the tone of her voice grew higher.
The shark look past her fury, continuing to smile, “Well your sister Coraline is the most beautiful in the kingdom.”