The Call Of Thalassa

“You don’t understand.

You’re not a wave.

You’re part of the ocean.”

-Morrie Schwartz

He swam quickly through the dark waters of the silent ocean with only the moon’s light as his guide. His black hair flared in the water as he made his way to his lonely beach -his safe haven. His anger was burning his insides like a bright fire that no one could put off, eating his logic away and fueling his need for revenge.

Dark times were upon his people and as a prince, he had the responsibility to keep them safe from harm’s way. The threat that they all have thought was completely destroyed, had once again returned, but stronger and more cunning than before.

He gritted his teeth together, thinking back to his painful past and the things he had to go through before this threat was finally gone. He wanted to scream at the thoughts that drowned him –wanted to claw something, kill something. Things were getting extremely complicated in the last couple of days, especially with all the incidents that were happening in Atlantis.

-Flashback-

He made his way to the throne room with Osmond following right behind him. His father’s call had been quite urgent, making him wonder what could possibly have gotten the great Neptune so worried.

His father was a mighty king and a wise ruler, taking care of the merfolk for over three centuries now. He had been in a lot of sticky situations and had fought against the darkest of enemies, getting out always a thriving winner and even greater king. If he was worried about something, then everyone else should be too.

Havelock nodded at the guards that were standing outside the huge doors of the throne room before they bowed and rushed to open them for him. Getting inside, he saw his father sitting on his golden scallop-shaped throne having his head bowed down, a worried expression decorating his face.

“Pater, what’s going on?”

The father looked up to his son, who gasped at the sight of unshed tears that had filled the king’s aquamarine eyes. He shook his head, not able to utter any words. He managed to point with his hands to what laid unmoving in front of his throne.

Turning his intense gaze to where his father was pointing at, Havelock’s orbs widened in complete shock. Hearing Osmond gasping at the sight, he balled his hands into tight fists feeling his claws digging into his flesh. His blood had frozen in his veins, his breathing coming out in heavy and harsh intakes. His heart accelerated drastically and he let a monstrous snarl escape his body.

There, in front of him, laid the dead bodies of two of his people –mates he guessed by the way they were holding each other’s hands even in their death. But what got him so riled up was the fact that half of their bodies were actually missing.

Their tails were gone –cut off their bodies as if they had no need for them any longer. They had open wounds all over their upper bodies, their hands, and face. Their necks were slit open -a river of blood spilling out from their fatal wounds. They were almost unrecognizable –their blood staining the white marble floor of the huge room.

Their murder was so monstrous, so violent... so inhumane even for merfolk.

What monster had the goods to do something so vial?

“Havelock.”

His blue eyes met King Neptune’s aquamarine ones.

“He is back!”

-End of Flashback-

Havelock began to hit the walls of the rocks surrounding him as soon as he arrived at his place. He growled viciously and clawed every surface he could get his hands on. He hit the walls around him with as much force as his tail could handle. He had stood strong in front of his father for the sake of his people but now he needed to get his fury out, or else he would explode.

He screamed, hissed, and snarled until his neck hurt and his lungs burned. His tail filled with minor scratches as he destroyed everything around him. Letting all his strength go, he let himself float freely in the water.

The ocean slowly guided him towards the bottom of the underwater cave as he held his head in his hands. He let it do so, feeling tired and weak after his outburst. He needed to calm down and think –he needed the peaceful peace that this place was offering to him so freely.

How could this possibly have happened?

Atlantis was guarded greatly -his father’s guards didn’t let anyone in or out without checking them. It was where the King’s palace was placed and therefore, they had taken extra measures for the protection of their ruler and their heir to the throne.

The crown always went to the son of the king, who had been blessed by their Goddesses. It was said that she would grace him with unimaginable abilities that were needed for him to rule over his people justly and keep them safe. That meant that the oldest one didn’t necessarily become king since the special abilities mattered more so than the age, and the Atlanteans were taking extra care of the person that was next in line.

So since the city was so protected, how did someone manage to murder his own people in it? How did he manage to pass through all of the guards and attack the unsuspected mates? How could he possibly murder them in such a vicious way, almost making them completely unrecognizable, while the patrols were walking through the streets of Atlantis?

All these questions were creating a terrible headache for him as he tried to find the hidden answers. His father had warned him that he had returned, but had he really? It was almost impossible, the King himself had killed him with his bare hands. Havelock had seen it with his own eyes–he saw the life leaving his mad eyes as he laughed with blood falling down his mouth. What in Poseidon’s name was actually happening?

A huge splash made him forget momentarily his problems. The sound echoed through the water like a titan wave hitting the rocks on the land. He stopped whatever he was doing, limiting his movements so he could spot with his excellent hearing where this sound had come from. After a few moments of absolute silence, he finally heard it. He could make out a faint heart beating in the water, its pace frantic and quick.

Havelock felt his eyes turning into slits and his claws lengthening as he realized that someone had violated the one place he considered as his and his alone. His teeth became pointy and sharp as did his black nails. His muscles became rigid and the fins on his back grew tense from the intrusion.

His demeanor was deadly at the thought that someone had found his secret spot and he was set on killing the intruder. He began to swim quickly and quietly around, trying to find the source of his disturbance.

He let his hearing guide him, getting from one cave in to the other as he searched for the intruder. He kept his figure hidden in the shadows like a wild predator, hiding away from his prey just minutes before prancing on it. He was quite confused when the heartbeat slowed down drastically, trying to figure out what kind of creature was he facing.

Something caught his eye as he got out of one big cave and was ready to go into the next. He stopped abruptly and squinted his glowing eyes trying to see with the help of the moonlight what it was.

In the beginning, he thought that it was a strange kind of seaweed that had a different color than the rest. The scarlet color confusing him and making him curious at the same time. But then, he saw the figure it was attached to.

Her figure was small and pale like a fragile porcelain doll that could break any moment. He realized that the red seaweed was actually her long fiery hair that flared freely into the water. She was dressed in an airy dress the color of the seafoam as the waves crashed onto the land. Her hands and legs were completely still, while she was sinking to the bottom of the sea unable to save herself -as if she was a beautiful statue.

He knew that humans weren’t able to breathe inside the water. That’s why they always tried to break to the surface for air. He had seen them do so countless times in their attempts to save themselves as his people wrecked their ships and feasted on their flesh. However, that was something that they did not do anymore –the action too barbaric for them to continue.

“But she isn’t swimming to the surface”, he thought as he saw her heading towards the bottom of the sea faster and faster.

For some unexplainable reason, he felt himself filling with a sense of dread as he saw her descend deeper and deeper towards the bottom of the sea. Her heart beating had almost completely stopped right now, making him for an unexplainable reason anxious and nervous.

His heart literally hurt seeing her this way -helpless and drowning, heading to her wet tomb. She looked like a fiery angel with that white dress of her surrounding her, a crown of fire on top of her peaceful face.

His eyes widened as her mind-blowing scent reached his nostrils. It was sweet and tempting, tantalizing his senses. Her aroma had filled his whole being, imprinting on his memory and making him close his eyes in pure pleasure. He wanted to smell more of it, it was the best thing that had ever touched his nostrils, making him become addicted to it.

His eyes snapped open.

He looked towards her drowning form completely terrified.

“Could she be...?”

He made his decision quickly, not having any more time to waste. He moved his powerful tail as fast as he could and made his way to her as if his life depended on it. As he got closer to her, he realized that she was the most beautiful woman he had laid his glowing eyes upon in all his years.

Her eyes were closed as she laid still in the bottom of the ocean surrounded by seaweed. He wanted her to open them for him. He wanted to see what color they were.

Sparks flew up to his arms as soon as his scaled skin came in contact with her soft one. He instantly felt the connection he had with her as he hugged her small body to his bigger one.

“...Meum Arcanum...”

He softly touched her pale face as he took her unconscious body in his arms. Her touch brought tingles of passion and desire to his whole body, creating a huge fire in him. She made him feel like a thousand fireworks had busted all at once.

He began to swim frantically towards the surface at a fast speed, his worries getting the best of him as his suspicions were proven to be correct. Tears of both happiness and dread appeared in his eyes as he realized the situation he was currently in.

Happiness that he had finally found his mate after all these years of yearning and loneliness.

Dread that he would lose her before he had the chance to be with her.

His mate lay almost dead in his arms and there weren’t many things he could do to save her.

His hands trembled at the thought as panic clouded his mind. He wouldn’t let her die, he couldn’t. Not now and not ever. Not when he had just found her after all these years of searching for her. Not without getting to know her. Without learning her name. Without being with her.

Not without getting lost in the unknown color of her eyes. Without seeing her beautiful face brightening with her surely amazing smile. Without telling her how much he needed her. How much he loved her. He would be damned if he let her slip through his fingers just like that. He had waited way too long for her and finally, Thalassa had answered his prayers.

He wouldn’t lose her.

No.

No.

NO.

He wouldn’t let go without a fight.

If he lost her, he would follow her.

He couldn’t keep living in a world without his love.

He couldn’t go on living, knowing that he failed to protect his mate.

He failed to keep her sound and safe.

He failed as a mate.

He broke through the surface of the dark waters and swam towards the rocky beach. He laid her cold body down on the land and began pushing on her chest to get the water that had filled her lungs out.

“I’ve finally found you”, he said through his pushes, his voice desperate and filled with pain.

“And I’m not letting you go!”

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End of chapter 11!!

Latin Translations:

“Meum Arcanum”: My Treasure

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