Among The Seaweed

There was a buzz to the deep ocean. It permeated every inch of sand, rock, and life. It was the buzz of life, quiet and dull but it was alive. Amongst all the darkness was the dullest of light from a cave that rested down here.

A white frilled shark snaked his way through the seaweed and rocks before pushing himself through the entrance of the cave, he was dragging another dead shark in his maw. He watches as it falls to the floor in the makeshift kitchen he had assembled. Everything was crooked, a little messy but he had tried.

His gaze turns towards a tiny pink blood that's asleep in a bed of seaweed and various other objects he tried to cover her with. She was only 3 sweeps old. The seaweed did barely anything to hide the tints of bright pink that showed through the mess, but somehow she stayed asleep the whole time.

Frill drags his gaze along the walls of their “hive”. It was actually just a cave he found and tried his best to make homely for the little mutant blood. There was a lopsided table that currently was covered in crayon drawings, he quietly laughs as he looks at the mess. It will have to stay not like he could scrub it off himself. Then there was their poor excuse for lighting, he has stolen it from another hive. It is just a set of battery-operated lights that are messily strung around objects and on the floor. Frill felt bad that he could not give his daughter the life other sea dwellers had, no luxuries, it was barely even the bare minimum.

His gaze lingered on the sleeping troll once again, but it was too dangerous for her to be known. To even interact with others like her or even be seen. That’s why she had to stay in the cave, and couldn’t leave no matter how much it pained him. He knew one day he would have to let her go.

He closed his eyes and grimaced, Frill was never the type to believe in folklore or prophecies or whatever his family called them. Until he met Chello. The stories his bloodline has passed on about a pink blood who would arrive, conquer, and change everything now haunted his mind. One day she would leave, meet a indigo blood who would be her guard and she would be killed. That's how it always went. He couldn’t open his eyes to look at Chello, how could he? Knowing that one day he would have to let his own child walk off to her own eventual death?

He tries not to think about how he wishes her guard would die instead, how he could keep her down here forever against her will, or how there's a trident engraved with her symbol buried into a wall in a cave nearby. Definitely none of that…

Frill sighs, It was time to wake Chello up anyways. It was dinner time after all…He’ll process this all another day when he can handle it.