Diamond Borealis

"Thetits..." Julian and, the Siren General, Sorrento. "I came to ask the where abouts of my seventh general."

"Of course..." while she found it strange that Sea Dragon has left it to her to answer all of Lord Poseidon's questions. She doesn't mind much. "The Seventh General Armor has selected someone to bear it. However, he currently is in hospice care." The truth of the matter is, she has not met him, no one but Sea Dragon has. The Kraken had made his announcement only after it had delivered his General to his temple. The only words to spoke is to send for the healers to assist him and left.

"I see." Julian gives her a nod. "Then perhaps it would be best if we all go to pay a vist." He bends his hand to lower the cape wrapped around his arm. The other hand gestures for her to take lead. Hopping out of the rock she had set herself, she takes the familiar path she had always taken since she was a little guppy. "Sorrento." His voice is firm. "Have you ever met the Kraken?"

"No my lord. I was unaware he had even been here at all." Strange how much more comfortable the two of them seem to be around Julian. Someone who is a god is so welcoming.

"And what about you Thetits?"

"No my Lord. Only the healers and Sea Dragon have seen what he looks like."

"I see." He still excited about this. As if everything will work out. She finds herself speeding up to reach the hospital faster. More so to ensure that Julian will have more time to speak with their mysterious general. The two of them keep pace and before she realizes they are at the entrance to the room the staff was keeping him.

"My apologies Lord Poseidon." The healers both bow as the speak. "We should have informed you upon your arrival but you seemed quite busy and-" Julian cuts her off with a wave of his hand and walks forward.

"I understand." Still he speaks with no malicious intent. "I would like to vist with just my company." He holds on to the handle of the door but does not open.

"Just do not be disappointed by his lack of response. Kraken has serious injuries, he has been asleep since his arrival." That is all the information they give them before Julian opens the door.

The first thing she notices is how cold the air is. She crosses her arms and tries to heat herself as they walk into the room. The next thing she hears is the sound of their feet crunching as they take each step closer to the bed. Finally comfortable enough to lift her head up, she can see soild icicle forming on the ceiling and to the left of the room.

It didn't make sense. Atlantis is always a pleasant temperature. Perfect beach weather all the time, with the cosmos of Poseidon's armor mimicking the light of the sun and creating the air around them. Cold, simply did not exist here, and the only reason she knows of it is from the few moments she visits the human realm.

It seems Lord Poseidon is not effected by this change of weather. Or rather his cosmos warms up and melts any of the cold air away as he sits on his knees and examines the body on the bed. Pulling down the blanket that covers his face. She can see the green strains of hairs sticking on his pillow. Julian runs his hand on the left side of his face taking his time to feel what must be the injury.

"He's young." Finally pulling his hand away and pulling more of the sheets off his body. She can't make out how old he was, but he looks a bit younger than herself. Which didn't make sense. The kraken is to be honest and just. Ruthless to evil doers and strong to carry the innocent to safety. To be his General one must have the ability to judge others with kindness and wisdom of a sage.

So why was this boy chosen for such a heavy task. Once Poseidon plunges the Earth, it would be his responsibility to jude the lives of so many. He will have to hear the pleads of all of humanity to rescue them. A task she would not ask for even the saints of Athena.

"My lord." Sorrento brings here put of her thoughts. "It appears that he is waking up. Watching as his long black lashes flutter rapidly as it shakes off the frost that formed around his eyes. Her focus is drawn to his bright green eyes. Innocent is the word that comes to mind. Innocent and young, her heart pangs.

"How are you feeling?" Julian speaks as he gets off the floor and Sorrento pulls him a chair so he may rest against the bed. She takes the time to stay on his right taking in the sight of him. He is very thin. Thin with a lot of muscle mass. Hands covered with calluses and bruises. The knuckles between his middle and ring fingers are crooked. Clear signs of a warrior building his body to become a weapon. Just what is his story.

When he fully wakes up. He jumps yo set up. Turning to his right and looking for something behind him. He clenches his hand so hard that he draws blood underneath his fingers. However it also leads his left side to face her to see. That's when she is face to face with the large scarring. From the top of his eyebrows all the way his chin and a bit of his neck and chest.

That all leads her gaze to see the pale color of his eye in contrast with that innocent green one. Just what had happened. "Hyoga..." his voice. Deep, and kind. Even now as it is full of worry as he spends his energy trying and failing to locate something. She puts her hand to hold his. He needs to calm down or his injuries may open up again and the last thing she wants is to see more blood on his body.

"Relax." She tries to soothe him by rubbing her hand. "You're safe now." He turns to look at her. This is the first time she ever sees his face. Young, scarred and handsome. It was a little inappropriate for her to think that but any distress might make him spiral again.

"What happened? Were am I?" He looks down at were their hands are linked. His eyebrows furrow in guilt as he sees that some of his blood smears against her hands. It's only when he breaks them away did she recognizes how nice his hand felt. "I'm sorry." He unwraps some of the bandages off his bicept and wipes the blood off her hand. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

She can't hold back her laughter. Here he was scared and confused. Bleeding out from his own hand and still apologies to her for thinking he might have hurt her. "You didn't." She flips his hand so his palm is up, "that's your blood."

"Ah..." he tugs his hand away faster, turning his head forward again as he warps the wound up. "Right..." was that blush she could see on his face.

"I see you're recovering nicely." Lord Julian makes himself known again. Taking the injured hand between his own and using his cosmos to heal it. "That's great, really."

"May I ask where am I?" He lowers his head. It could have been from how grateful he was, but she can see something else. Was it shame?

Lord Julian and Siren look to her to answer. "This is the healing ward on the center of Atlantis. Just right of the main Breadwinner."

"Atlantis, as in the realm of Poseidon." His body tensed up. He pulls his hand away from Julian's, ice forms on the tips of fingers, as the air in the room gets cold again.

"Yes." Julian speaks with a soothing voice. "I am Lord Poseidon." He turns the boy's head to look to his left. "This is my Siren General Sorrento." He turns them to look at her. She once again gets to see those green eyes. "And my Captain Mermaid Thetis."

"Captain!" He turns away fast. Putting one hand to ensure that he can't look at her. She was saddened by the loss of his face. "My apologies! I didn't know- I promise not look."

"Hmmm?" She wasn't sure why his is so apologetic, but more than that. She was worried about not being able to see his face again. "Why. Is there something wrong with my face?"

"No..." awww he's stuttering. "Just it's improper." He shrinks in on himself, still avoiding her. "Knights of Athena, it is forbidden for men to look at a women's face. Otherwise they have to kill him."

What a stupid rule. Athena must be such a concede Goddess. So afraid of other women that she demands that they cover their faces for her own vanity. However, she doesn't dwell on that too much as he gets ready to turn away from her.

She stops him. Grabbing his hand and linking their fingers together. "It's a good thing that I am not a saint." She gently guides their hands lower. Keeping her eyes on his as he turns around to look at her. Those sweet innocent eye looks back at her... "I am Thetits. Captain Mermaid of Siren's unit."