After a while, and after exhaustion, Calypso stopped moving in order to gather her memories, still looking around as a means to find an exit, but whoever put her in this fishtank knew perfectly what they were doing. How long was she there? How did she end up here? She wasn't sure. The last thing she remembered, before complete darkness, was her on the beach and many hands taking her out of the ocean. The girl didn't have time to think more about her situation, that she heard footsteps and as soon as the door opened, and that she heard the 'click' of the light switch, she closed her hands in order to turn her light ball off. Now on the lookout, she stayed still, silent, before rushing near the glass where the silhouette of a young man start appearing.

❝But that's rather the point, isn't it sunshine? To worry your family. Except they won't find you here. We are very, very far away from the sea. That should make you happy since you're the one who wanted to see the world right?❞ he laughed while coming a bit closer.

Aeron was still surprised of how easy it had been to manipulate a sea princess. Triton was such a powerful figure and a known war strategist. Aeron would've thought he'd prepare his children for the world a little bit better. But playing into Calypso's romantic fantasies and getting her bracelet had been so easy that for once he was grateful for the upbringing the fae procured: it was a cold, brutal and lonely one. But at least he was prepared for everything life could threw at him. At least he would not be easily manipulated.

❝Let me clear the air for you, so we can start fresh.❞ He said when he reached the aquarium, letting his fingers slowly run along the glass. ❝This can be over really quickly. You could be back in the ocean in a matter of days. All you have to do is just tell me the exact place where your father is keeping his trident. If you do that, the moment I'll have my hand on it I'll come back to give you your bracelet back. You have my word and, as you know, coming from fae it's a pretty solid thing.❞

He leaned back to fully watch at Calypso. He was the picture of calm. Worse, even: he seemed at ease, like it was all just a game for him. Calypso didn't know his true identity yet. For her defense, he thought, being a pirate was not a clear indicator that one was a fae prince.

Maybe by desperation, but the girl swam to the glass, knocking herself before biting her tongue, in order to not give him the satisfaction to hear her screaming with pain. What was she thinking anyway? That her little body will be enough to break such a big glass? That was delusional. But she wasn't thinking straight, and she just wanted to go back home. She kept going, again and again, until she hurt her arms –thank god she was underwater, so she was healing faster.

And she was ready to knock against the wall again, when Aeron's voice distracted her, catching her full attention. Holding her arm, she turned around to fix him, frowning her eyes, but it was clear, in her look, that she wanted explanation, for she was completely lost. The more he talked and came closer, the more the mermaid stepped back, as if she was scared he could reach her.

❝Wait, what?❞ Calypso whispered, still a bit shaken by all the time she bumped against the glass of the fishtank. ❝Why on earth do you want my father's trident?❞ She asked, once again, in a whisper.

But as soon as he finished talking, she opened her mouth, putting one of her hand in front of it, blinked several times and stepped back even more. She felt the tears coming to her eyes, but she knew they won't fall for so little. Her heart was beating faster due to betrayal, and her own stupidity, to have trust the first man who was nice to her. She should have known better... What was the most disturbing for the mermaid, was how calm and collected the man was; it was a game for him, she could see it. He was the hunter, and she was the prey. His calm was unsettling, to say the least. She felt uncomfortable, and she had to brush her eyes to prevent any tears to fall.

❝You're one of them, aren't you? You are one of Morgana's son.❞

Her question wasn't really one. She knew she was right. And she knew she was screwed. She was in danger, but not only, she put all her family in danger too. For a moment her attention left Aeron –even though she wasn't trusted him right now, she knew he couldn't do anything to her, because they were both separated thanks to a big glass. She looked around, knocking, screaming for help, but obviously, no one will hear her here. After a moment, she rested against the glass, holding her arms against her chest, while her grey eyes were on Aeron, who came slowly toward her.

❝I will never give the trident to a feas, especially to you. I'd rather die!❞ She said firmly, and what previously was fear became anger.