An Attack From Above
The three warriors hurried towards the thrown. They had burst in in the middle of the king’s audience session. There were common-fish filling the room, waiting for their chance to speak to the king. The warriors pushed the fish out of their way roughly as they rushed forward, swimming at full speed.
“What is the meaning of this?” the king boomed at his warriors.
All three bowed low as they reached the foot of the thrown. “We apologize for our rude entry,”the first warrior said loudly enough for all to hear him. “There is an emergency. We require your attention right away.”
Surprised murmurs made their way through the crowd.
The king looked around quickly, then seemed to make up his mind. “My dear,” he said to the queen, who was seated in her own thrown. “Would you mind taking the rest of the audiences for me?”
The queen bowed her head graciously. “Do what needs to be done, my king” she said softly.
The king smiled and nodded back. “Lead away,” he told his warriors.
They lead the king down the hall and to the lower levels of the castle, to the war chambers. There the captain of the army waited for him.
“What’s the meaning of this?” the king asked, more worried than angry.
“Your majesty,” the captain said. “We’re under attack.”
“What?” the king cried. “From who?”
The captain shrugged helplessly. “We don’t know,” he replied.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” the king demanded. He was beginning to grow irritated at his army’s incompetence. “You’re supposed to be the strongest warriors there are. What happened.”
“Your majesty,” one of the three warriors said timmidly. “It was the gods. We’ve angered them.”
The other two warriors agreed.
“The gods?” the king demanded. “Since when do the gods fight against us?”
“We must have done something to anger them,” the captain replied. “Because this attack could only come from the gods.”
“What happened?” the king demanded roughly.
The captain paused, unsure where to begin.
One of the warriors saved him the trouble. “A great net came down from the heavens,” he cried. “It captured no less than four of our best hunters while they were out today. Our weapons were no use against the gods’ mighty net.”
The king said nothing, but stared at the warrior in shock.
“It’s true, your majesty,” the captain replied.
The king looked back at his captain. “What are our options?” he asked more calmly than he felt.
“What options?” the captain replied. “We can’t fight the gods.”
The kings face grew red. “If this were any other opponent what would the options be?” he asked between clenched teeth.
The captain shrugged. “You know as well as I,” he said. “We’d either go and get our men back, or flee.”
“We haven’t fled since my great-great-grandfather’s time,” the king said dismissively.
“Yes,” the captain said. “But we’ve never had to fight the gods before either.”
The king nodded absently. “Let me think on it,” he said. “You’ll have my orders by morning.” The king swam off to rejoin his wife in the thrown room.