Prelude
The moon's ethereal light shimmered on the ocean's
surface, the gentle waves broken only by the occasional nocturnal ocean
creature. Far below the dark surface, a coronation was taking place.
Following the passing of Miramase, the thirty-eighth king
of Atlantis since it's settlement on earth, his eldest of two sons was ascending
to the throne. The nineteen-year-old was not only the youngest to be
crowned in the history of Atlantis, the average age of a new being 50 and the
average rule being one hundred years, but it was rare for the son of a king to
take the throne. Unfortunately for the eldest prince, his father had died
in an accident, leaving him with an extended rule as he had yet to even consider
a bride. The young prince groaned as rites were read and pledges of
loyalty made, but none of it mattered to him. He was going to be
surrounded by advisors for the next one hundred years and be forced to wed one
of the "choice" women of their city. His golden eyes strayed to the golden
trident, the symbol of the ruler's power, as it was handed to him; a gold ring
set on his head so it rested just above his slender eyebrows, pinning his
midnight blue bangs to his forehead until the attendant freed them. He
rose from the throne and took a step forward, the crimson cape he wore shifting
slightly and barely touching the ground. He wore black pants and boots
that were indistinguishable from each other; his bare chest and arms were well
toned, but far from being over developed. His eyes fell to his younger
brother who kneeled at his side. The teen was only one year his junior and
looked up at his brother with clear mahogany eyes, his own light blue bangs
hanging over his left eye. He was amused that his brother had been allowed
to come to the coronation wearing an off-white shirt and ever-green pants when
he had been told to wear crimson and black like his brother.
He looked over his subjects as they were all bowing to
him as well, his attendants, clad in white, doing the same at his side.
"All hail the new king!" the head advisor called out.
"All hail Lord Hikou, King of all Atlantis!" The
cry rang through the room, echoing off the high ceilings that were adorned with
painting of Atlantis' long history.
And thus began the
rule of King Hikou and the troubles that were soon to follow.
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