How the Oceans Came to Be
By Abby
Atlantis, Pacific, and Arctic were all triplets of Poseidon. Pacific was the more pride-filled lion of the three, always worrying about their duties and reputation. He had short brown hair, light blue eyes, had a very muscular build, and was the second tallest of the three. Where on the other hand, Atlantis was the slacker who was always looking for a way out, he had longer nearly shoulder length, jet black hair and Kelly green eyes to match, he was the tallest of the three. Arctic was a kind, nature-lover who spent most of his time with the sea creatures. He was the shortest and had silver hair covering one side of his face and turquoise-blue eyes, and had a small frail looking body.
Poseidon thought that now that all of his sons were twenty that they could be dubbed the princes of part of the ocean, since the ocean wasn’t split into different sections. But all of the princes desired the entire ocean for themselves.
“I, the most qualified son, challenge both my brothers to a duel,” Pacific declared to Poseidon and both his brothers. The brothers didn’t think much of it and Poseidon disagreed with the idea and shooed him off.
Later that day, Pacific secretly coordinated a duel among the brothers.
“So the winner receives the status of prince in all the oceans?” Atlantis asked leaning against a wall.
“Wait,” Arctic asked with a worried face hiding behind his long silver bangs, “didn’t father disagree with this?”
“Who cares what father says! If we just tell him that we agreed on the winner of the battle to be the only prince,” Pacific exclaimed with his puffed chest, in between both of his brothers.
And so they set up in an underwater arena. Pacific removed his glistening, fine crafted broadsword out of its sheath, the handle had a traditional gold spiral pattern and an aqua blue designs embedded into both the blade and handle. Atlantis snagged a gold and silver trident that was laying on the seafloor from the last battle saying, “This will do.”
And Arctic unsheathed twin daggers that were hanging from his belt.
Everyone was ready to battle, armored and all. The three brothers formed a triangle in their own unique stances ready to start.
The first to swing was Pacific swinging his colossal sword with great speed aiming it for Arctic thinking he could take out the weakest first. But to his surprise Arctic, sly like a fox, dodged and countered the attack with a punch to the gut. Pacific, angered by his brother who he thought to be a weak forest boy, quickly jumped back.
Pacific went to strike again making sure to not leave an opening for his brother to strike. Tink! Pacific’s sword was knocked to side right before it met with Arctica’s daggers.
“I almost forgot about you,” Pacific said mockingly.
“Good thing you didn’t, or else you’d have three blades suck in your torso.” remarked Atlantis. Atlantis swiftly lunged down at Pacific, but Pacific moved to the right just enough to dodge the charging trident. Thinking still too high of himself, he swung his sword at Atlantis thinking it would be an easy win against him.
As Pacific raised his sword to strike Atlantis, a smirk snuck on to Atlanis’ lips. Then Atlantis swung up with his trident and knocked Pacific of his feet.
“STOP!” Someone shouted in a firm voice. All the brothers looked up to see who was commanding the three sons of Poseidon. But when they looked up they saw their father peering at them with disappointment.
Angered by his sons, he flooded the earth and told them that they will have to wait for 10 more years before they became princes.
“Please! Were sorry, just let us show you we can be worthy princes!” The three sons begged in unison. They persistently begged their father until finally he took pity on them and drained the earth back to normal.
“You may have a sea named after you but you must wait 5 years until you are princes.” And so the oceans were born.
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