I slowly calm me down. I go upstairs, well, what’s left of the stairs and grab the first thing that captures my gaze. It’s a photograph. Specifically, a photograph of when I was a baby, my Dad is holding me while I played with my dolly. I need something to remember them by. I can’t forget. I refuse to forget! I ha-

I collect my thoughts and try to examine the situation logically. The chances are, by rights, a relative of mine committed treason which has sentenced our family to death. Gee, thanks, you truly are my favourite rellie, I thunder sarcastically inside my head. With that knowledge in mind, when they realise I am not with their guards they’ll send the elites out for me so I can’t leave any traces of me being here. Naturally, my first instinct is to reach into my pocket and grab what I call my kólasi, It’s greek for inferno.

“Goodbye, home sweet home,” I whisper longingly, clinging to the last memories I can dig up.

I watch the house burn from the outside. Yes, I’m a legally diagnosed pyromaniac. I suppose that there’s some sort of quality of sereneness as the flame flickered and dances with the devil in pale moonlight. 

Oh, they would regret messing my family. They’ll regret it as I feed them their intestines and string their body up on display. I grinned sadistically as my mind glanced through the book of horrors I whipping up for the library inside my head.

It just so happens that today was the day. I mean, I didn’t know that yet but it’s going to happen.

Just like any other day, I glided over to the fossilizing coral and flossed my non existent teeth. Then it happened. In a second, the place I had been born in had crumbled to the ground. You see, I lived in a cavern that all of my angelfish family grew up in but as he continued to come my family rapidly decreased until there was none to speak off.

He was back. He who ripped my home to pieces. He who took the shattered remains of my beloved family. He who feasted on there impeccably blue scales. He whose boat created a bleak shadow. HE had returned.

Oh, how I pray that the two-legs would stopped. But, they wouldn’t. They would continue chomping on our impeccable skin only there is no more to chomp on.

And my friend, Is how I came to be in the situation I am in now. Slowly dying and recording my story with charcoal and stone. Now I’m sure you're wondering, How did such a insignificant however sad event come to lead to my imminent death. Well, that is another story but it ties so closely to this one that I shall tell it anyway. 

In a momentary lapse of insanity I swam to the depths, to the clean waters, to the waters where I can spend my family-less life in peace. But mother nature could not possibly that kind.

You see, she had allowed me a safe and swift journey to the southern lands. But I would have to pay a price, a price I could never afford. I would have to sped through treacherous whirlpools to get Lady Gaia, mother nature, her crown pearls back.

Thinking I had gotten around her mind, I just went a different path. A quick one too, I was there before I knew it.

As I glanced at the icy shores my sharp breaths labored to a more natural pace. I was finally home, or so I thought. I found a cozy cavern surrounded by ice spikes to keep intruders like sharks out. As I laid down with the intent on sleeping, I opened my neon yellow gills up so I could breath in my sleep. Except, I didn’t, or more technically speaking, I couldn’t. This baron ice land had managed to seal my gills shut with ice. They were frozen.

And so I write this, on my last minutes cursing the name of Gaia and hoping that you, my dear friend do not make the same mistake for history has an unwanted tendency to repeat itself. Sincerely Tensh--