• The king stared out of his window, the days events tumbling in his mind. What exactly happened? How did it get like this?
    It all started with a boy named Alexander. He lived in Secastealla, claimed by the king to be the perfect city. But Alex found perfection boring.
    He had groomed his seahorse Shakespear for the fourteenth time when Mist came into the garden.
    "You really need to find something else to do," she told him. Alex put his brush down.
    "Like what?" he asked.
    "Picnic?"
    So they went into the market to get some stuff for the picnic. All the time Alex was telling her about how his life was so boring.
    "Maybe you should see the high council," Mist suggested.
    "And what will they do about it?" he sneered, "What do they do about anything? All they do is lounge around and look important. I declare a protest!" He started to swim up to the bell tower, a stangely named building that didn't contain a bell, but a long horn. It was into this horn tha Alex shouted, hoping it would amplify his voice. Instead a deafening noise came out. It was a terrible screeching, droning, howling, roaring noise that sounded like the call of a thousand sea creatures. This was followed by two more noises. The first was the king screaming. He was then interrupted by a far more sickening noise. A flying fish fell to the ground at Mist's feet.