The Waterlord gazed to the sea, observing the field of battle that was fought few days ago. A messenger waited patiently behind him, to tell him his message. Finally, Dareos turned to him, gesturing the messenger to give him the scroll he was here to deliver. With a respecting bow, the messenger gave the Waterlord the message and excused himself.
Dareos opened the scroll. There was only few words scribbled to it. He read them without an expression twice, and then tore the parchment into two pieces. He threw them to the ocean.
He called his servant. He gazed to the sea again, but this time his eyes were directed to under the water rather than above it. Then the servant arrived, and kneeled before him.
"I will be gone for few hours. I'll be at the Sealords' gardens, but I must not be disturbed, unless something important happens." He rose to the edge of the ship, stood there for a minute, his mouth moving, but no sound coming out. Then he leapt to the sea, diving deep.
Immedietly two Sealords took a firm hold of his arms, and the currents started to move them fast. He closed his eyes. He had never liked the sight of water moving around him so fast.
After some, undefinable but short time, they arrived to the gardens. The Gardens of the Sealords were an eerie sight. Flowers and weeds of the sea, floating, as if dancing to some music that no one else would ever hear.
The Waterlord slowly swam to the leader of Sealords. What is it, brother? What is so urgent that I need come here in person? He was, quite frankly, irritated.
His brother noticed none of it. His eyes literally shined with enthusiasm, when he spoke. I had to call you here, becouse you would not have believed it without seeing. Few hours ago, when we were meditating, something happened. We still do not fully understand it. We touched something... Greater than us. We learned so much just by observing it! We don't think it was aware of us, not anymore than we would be aware of an insect or a mouse. But, perhaps, in time, we'll be able to contact it. We have our suspicions of what it might be. He scratched his neck thoughtfully. Then, suddenly, he and the other Sealords seemed to pass out.
Before Dareos could do anything, they started slowly to awoke again. A pair of gills had appeared to each and every one of their necks...