After laying there for a while, Araiso got up and left to the kitchen. He helped himself to a cup of water, then stared in at the half filled glass. With a sigh, he turned the cup over and poured out the water.
“Going back on your kind.” Came a soothing man’s voice through the room.
Araiso looked up, and then around to see no one.
“That’s not like you.” The voice said.
Araiso turned around, and began to search the house for the voice’s origin.
“You always were the strong one.” Araiso looked in the whole living room.
“You always smiled, and kept us happy.” He looked in the kitchen, and all of downstairs.
“You were our joy.” Araiso started up the stairs.
“And then you left us.” He stopped, eyes going wide as he just stood there, one hand on the railing and listened to the voice. “No matter the pain and torment that the humans bring us, you left us to go find them.” It paused. “When you lost your mirror, you just left the palace and never came back. Then, when you left the ocean to retrieve it, darkness swept over us.”
Slowly, Araiso sat down.
“You have forgotten your reason for going up to the land of the humans. Bring back your mirror.”
Araiso looked down to the ground, then up at the next phrase. “Come home.” Araiso jumped up standing, running as quickly as he could back to Kasei’s room. The voice grew softer, “Come home to me. I miss you. The humans are nothing but evil. Please come home.”
Araiso slammed open the door, panting. He stared at the figure of a man glowing in the middle of the room, his fins and colors dark navy with pale white skin.
Araiso panted slowly, walking toward the figure.
“Araiso.” He said, watching the other reach out his hand for him. “Come home.”
Just as Araiso reached to touch him, the man was gone, and he fell to his knees.
Overcome by shock, and confusion, Araiso covered his mouth. Slowly, his hand trailed to his throat. He gritted his teeth as he knelt over himself softly crying.
Far away, deep under the ocean waves, the young man sighed heavily, and then turned to the woman.
“Do you think he’ll come back?” she asked, her colors red and orange with seashells over her.
He man nodded, growing a smile. “Yes. He’s gotten a good slap about why he went up there. And now, with that thought back in his mind, he’ll have his mirror and be back here in no time.”
“You think so?” she crossed her arms, swimming over to the man.
“Of course.” He nodded, looking up to the surface of the ocean far above them. “And when he does… That’s when we’ll kill him.”
She smiled, looking up also. “And when one of the three’s gone, the other two will begin to fight… And Poseidon will have no choice but to flood the lands clean of the humans who are destroying our world!”
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