Brooke stayed deep inside her woven hiding place. The nymph was glad she spotted the sea demons before they noticed her. Then again, not much recognized her. She liked the quiet life of her little river and liked to stay out of sight.

The sea demons seemed to be guarding a ship gliding above the surface. For a moment she wondered why they would be guarding a ship, then she realized with a start that is must be the ship, the Princess Andromeda. She gasped at the realization. Brooke had hoped that the war would rage elsewhere, but it was now right at her front door. She had no way to contact Atlantis or Lord Poseidon, as it was dark out and no light reached below. As much as she hated to admit it, it was her duty to follow the ship and report it at first light. Once the ship was a good distance away, she slipped out of her home and followed it, keeping her distance, and staying hidden as much as possible.

She followed it up the river some ways without any mishaps, then she saw someone jump overboard. He was desperately trying to get away from the ship. The sea demons also saw him and moved toward him when there was a huge explosion that filled the entire area with a thick green fire. Brooke was far away enough from the explosion that she wasn't harmed, but close enough to feel the concussion from the blast.

Once the fire receded back to the surface, she could see that the sea demons had all been destroyed. She could also see the figure of a human floating down river. Curious about who the young man was, she swam over to him. He was badly burned, his head was bleeding and his hair had been singed. But even then she recognized him. The similarities between him and his father was striking. She put her arms under his shoulders and began dragging him back downstream to her home. She would have to wait until the morning light to contact Lord Poseidon. Luckily she met no other monsters and hid them both in her small abode. There she began tending to the son of the sea's wounds.