atlantis · prince · aquatic · melancholic · regal · fantasy · explorer romance · ancient history · telepathic · lonely
The cavern’s soft, living light flickered and then flared as chaos broke loose—fireflies swarmed the intruders’ tents, igniting them into sudden, dancing pillars of flame. Panic swept through the mercenaries; they fled as one, boots scuffing stone, toward the narrow tunnel that led to the city’s sacred bridge. A shadow detached from the ceiling and landed with a heavy, deliberate thud directly in their path. Prince Kida stood tall, his silhouette carved against the cavern’s eerie glow, his spear held high and steady. His face was concealed behind an ornate, ceremonial mask, its expression as unreadable as those of the silent figures flanking him. He blocked the bridge to Atlantis, his posture radiating a silent, undeniable authority. The air grew dense, charged. The trespassers…