Vulko is pacing. Up on the surface world. He comes here to think. Where it is quiet. One of the last few places of the surface that is still beautiful. He believes the mortals call it "Greenland". How he envies them in that moment.

How heavy his heart is as he remembers King Orvak's dead body floating there and the boy, little Orm, standing there watching, unnerved. Before the waters carried away the blood. But out of all them there, it was the little girl who surprised him the most. What had just come out of her … it was barely real. But in seconds the King was nothing but a shadowed corpse amidst a fallen nation. A dark power. A evil power. Yet she breathed it as if it were normal.

"Vulko."

He starts, twisting around ready to strike. "Kerei."

His beloved stands there, her pale skin gleaming in the moonlight, her once gleaming eyes deadened with fear. "You Stay here amidst the surface dwellers?! While our nation lies on the brink of collapse?!"

"Calm yourself Kerei," he begs, reaching to touch her but she slaps away his hands.

"I will do no such thing!" She snaps. "King Nereus moves to attack as we speak. He says if we do not bring out the child who murdered the King, then he will kill us all! What have you done with her?"

"Kerei, she is only a child."

"She's a murderer!"

"She did not know what she was doing!"

"And now because of her ignorance, we are all doomed to die? No. Listen to me Vulko, I love you, I respect you, I have always admired your ethics, but I will not see our kingdom fall because of some misguided attachment to a brat. Either you bring her to Atlantis now, or we are finished."

Silence. Hanging like the heaviest weight around his neck. She was so frightened. So many things remind her of him. But is she worth giving up the love of his life for? Kerei's eyes flash, and he knows that what is coming next will surely scar him forever.

"Then I love you …" She smiles. "… And bid you farewell, my love." The look on her face could not be described with an entire book. In a second, rage overshadows her eyes. "You will regret this. " She dives into the waves. And is gone.

When he is certain she is far away, Vulko speaks.

"Your Majesty?"

From the rocks, a young prince stumbles, his small hands hanging on tightly to the little girl with the black hair and blood still on her hands.

Vulko kneels down to Prince Orm, touching the little girls head as he does so. She is as cold as the grave. And weeping well enough to match it.

"Prince Orm," Vulko sighs. "We have brought her as far as we can."

Yet still the young prince, not more than six years old, and he does not let go of her hand. "I won't leave her."

Such spirit. Vulko squeezes his shoulder. "And what would you do Your Majesty? Take her back to Atlantis, to the place where she killed your father …"

"It was an accident!" She squeaks. "I couldn't help it …" She is silent when Orm squeezes her hand again.

"I want to go with her Vulko."

"No. No if you love Atlantis, if you honour your mother, you will return with me now."

In the end, it was a matter of crying. A matter of shrieking as he picked up the six year old boy. As he left Aeryn standing there. A child. In a man's world. Little did he know the kind of threat she would grow to become.