Thousands of years before the fourteenth generation was born, there was an unearthly war. It had been going on for centuries and even till then. It was said to be between the mermaids and the humans.
But you see, these mermaids weren't just ordinary mermaids they were called... The bluebloods.
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The thirteenth generation...
Deep in the blue ocean, a beautiful turquoise tail was seen. It was beautiful, but the holder was deadly.
The crown on her head glistened with the never extinguishing light of the sea. She swims deeper until the beautiful castles are in view.
"open the gates!" The Watchman yells on sighting her. This they do without any objection. She swims to the throne room quickly to meet with the queen.
"sister..." she says.
"what brings you here, Silla?" The queen asks, head high and eyes straight.
"I'm afraid that war is upon us now." Silla says, brown hair flowing around her.
"what do you mean by that?" the queen demands. "we have been betrayed, by our own sorcerers." Silla admits.
There is a heavy silence in the throne room. No one speaks.
The queen gets up from her golden furnished throne, and swims towards Silla with a trident in hand. Her ice blue tail moving swiftly. She makes her way to her sister and places a hand on her shoulder.
"Then how much time do we have left?" She asks.
"I'm afraid, two days your majesty." she says with conviction in her tone.
"then it's set then. Prepare for war!" the queen says her back to her sister.
"war it is your majesty." she admits in defeat, bowing her head and so does everyone present in the throne room.
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Two days later...
They had been preparing for this war with all they had. How did everything go wrong? How did it all fall apart? There was a spy amongst them. But who could it have been?
Trigon made his way to the throne room, while Silla wisely hid out of sight just as she had been instructed.
She hoped the queen was able to hold off Trigon until she was able to get the heir to safety.
Swimming as fast as she could she made her way to the chambers. There in the centre of the room, was a cradle. She swam towards it and was relieved to find the young blueblood still safe and sound.
She picks up the little girl. Who has an unusual tail of the colour of that of royal blue. Her eyes were that of ice and her hair were similar to her mother's, black.
Silla swam quickly with the baby where she could easily take her to the strange world outside the water until it was time for her to return.
The guards stood at the paths behind her , just long enough to hold Trigon until she sets her free.
She begins, wishing the baby good bye.
She hears a loud shriek of pain and knows that Trigon is not far off. She lifts little Mystic towards the surface of the sea. It engulfs her, shortly after a trident is pierced through her soul.
"you pest!" he cursed as he threw her dead corpse away.
"I will find you where ever you hide and kill you before you can return." he says, more of a threat than an empty promise.
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This war which was believed to have ended with the thirteenth generation, has now extended to the fourteenth generation.
No one knows how, but soon they will.