His valet pulled the white jacket over his muscled arms. It was a fine thing made of white leather stripped of the famed white cobra slayed by his mother, when she was a young maiden. His mother was a famed warrior in her younger days. Stories of her valor was something oft repeated to children in d mereen world. The jacket was a gift for him, when he was named will bearer. A poor consolation prize he thought.
“will of the sea” he said aloud. If this was
not proof enough , what could be? The old houses of mereens would never admit
it though. Atleast they could not deny it, he thought.
The mereens were many things, but humble
was not one of them. And he bore this particular quality as well any other
mereen. He was the son of Queen Amphitrite, and the oceans were his, a thought
he liked to repeat aloud to himself stubbornly, trying to will it to happen in
the future. He said it aloud now, as he pulled his garment at the cuff. He was
growing tall at an alarming rate, and soon this jacket would be of zilch use.
Delphinus and Reginald were already waiting
for him in the common chamber. Delphinus wore traditional mereen attires. His
upper body bare and chiseled, blue engravings ran up his arms, symbols of his
ancestral house. He wore loose fitting silk trousers, pooled at the ankle.
Around his neck he wore an assortment of gold chains, like Poseidon himself.
Gold was the mereens choice ore. Reginald in contrast was dressed in his usual
plain garb, linen tunic with a common jacket, and black trousers. He looked grave, sitting almost at the edge
of his plush chair. He stood up and bowed at Poseidon’s entrance, giving a pointed
look at the hour glass kept on the table beside him. Poseidon shrugged
nonchalantly.
Reginald cleared his throat and began “Lord
Poseidon, as you know, today is a momentous day. All your dormant powers will
be awakened and you will initiate on your journey to ascend the full force of
your will. Today you will demonstrate the power of house Oceanus, in front of
the entire Lords of Olympus.” Reginald said in his baritone, his expression
somber.
Poseidon burst out laughing. Delphinus
followed suit.
“Why you gotta make it sound lyk sum one
died old man.”
Reginald frowned “Poseidon I implore you to
take this seriously…”
“I don’t care about this landlings and what
dey ****think.” He put an arm around the delicate frame of the man beside him.
“I will beat them bloody anyone who’s got any doubts as what mereens can do”
“Yass, let them face him like a man”
Delphinus chorused.
Reginald frowned and held his tongue as he
was usually wont to do against Poseidon’s outburst. Reginald was no mereen. He
was a landling. He had served Poseidon from the time he could remember. His
family was one of the few landling families, aligned with the house oceanus.
“Let us proceed” is all Reginald could
manage, with an obstructed expression on his face.
The three of them set out towards the
colosseum situated at the heart of the city, where the initiation ceremony
would be held.
