“Good morning your Highness, I brought you some nice young herring for breakfast.” Trench cheerily said as he entered the princess’ room. He stood at the door as she ate. “Trench?” Princess Cerith asked. “Yes your Highness?” Trench replied faithfully. “Would you please stop calling me your highness?” “No can do your Highness, queen’s orders, and besides, I am only your guard, and it is respectful for guards to address royalty in such a way. Except for- well nevermind.” Trench caught himself. “Hmmmm, who? My brother?” Cerith snapped. Noone said anything. “He may be mean but he is still a prince.” Silence. “You suspect him don’t you? You think he’s out for the crown!” Still tense silence. “Well, just because he is... well, a bit of an urchin doesn’t mean you have to be.” “Why aren’t you at your POSTS!” a very angry Queen Coral snarled. “Y-You called us here your Majesty.” a brave little guard said. “No I did not you dult, now get back to work.” the infuriated queen ordered.

Back at the Summer palace all was oddly still as the guards craftily made their way into position. One stepped on something. “Huh?” he looked down to see a vine. THUD silently, one by one, the guards fell into his traps. The sallow SeaWing stepped out from a hole and chuckled maliciously as he went to work on a particularly rough area. At that moment a chubby greenish SeaWing holding a spear and wearing a helmet burst into the room. “Trench!” the guard called out. “Conger! How goes it?” Trench heartily replied. The dragon pulled a small fish out of a pouch at his side. “I have a message for you.” his merry face turned grave. Everyone suddenly looked worried. “By all means say it then.” Princess Cerith finally spoke out. “Your Highness” Conger said with a bow “It is an honor to be in your presence. But anyway, back to the message. Those guards the queen placed to guard the Summer Palace…” he took his metal cap off “... they have all been killed. Right under our snouts.”

Everybody bowed their heads. Trench had been friends with a few of them. Then the queen came storming by. “DEAD! What do you mean DEAD! Dragons don't just drop dead, who killed them?” she asked. “Your Majesty, I believe they were killed by a trap.” Ooh… it's him….

The queen walked by surrounded by guards and advisors. At her side was the most loathsome of dragons, the queen’s chief advisor. He strutted along, trying to calm the angry queen with his smoothe voice. “A trap you say! Well, if it is a trap then by all means let’s find it. You there” she pointed at Conger “Go and find out what the traps are. Make it snappy.” “Yes your Majesty.” and Conger ran off. “I demand a meeting of the council promptly. You there.” she pointed at Trench.” come and stand guard of Princess Cerith.” “Yes your Majesty.” Trench replied and swam over to Cerith. A shadowy figure stepped out from where Isthmus was previously hiding. “Might I suggest using something a little stronger?” the fancy SeaWing held out his claw. “You never fail to amaze me Cero.” Isthmus took the small shell in his hand and threw it at the rough spot. It exploded, causing the whole palace to shake. Once the dust cleared a small box was revealed. It was locked. There was ancient writing inscribed on the sides.

“The Cey you will see is not found in the sea but the sea you see vwill telleth thee.” Cero read. When they had gotten to the council room in the Deep Palace the queen immediately burst out “If there are more murders, I will have to see to it myself that this anarchist is put to a stop. He wouldn’t win against me.” Queen Coral said. Her advisor perked up for a split second, but then returned to his normal sinister frown. “What does this MEAN!” Isthmus roared. “I go to all the trouble sneaking around to find this stupid thingy only to find that we need a stupid key that is impossible to get!” the once proud dragon pouted. “‘The sea knows’, what a bunch of fried kelp. WHAT DO YOU KNOW OH WISE SEA!? REVEAL TO ME THIS KEY!!!” Isthmus helplessly screamed into the water. “Your Highness, I believe that it is a riddle of sorts, we must decipher it to find out where the key is. It may also merely be a distraction.” Cero advised. “Of course it’s not a distraction you plankton. But, hehehe, it is most certainly-

- a riddle. Do you have any idea what it is?” “Not yet sir.” “Isthmus! Your Highness! sorry *gasp* I’m *gasp* late.” Conger ran up to the two villains panting. “Conger, you are just in time. We have found a box, but it is locked. We must decipher a riddle to get the key. I will need you to find said key when the time comes. Then it will be mine.” “B-but your Highness, are we sure this is the right thing?” Conger said hesitantly. “Oh you poor soul. Of course it’s the right thing; I deserve the throne.” Isthmus said. Cerith and Trench looked at each other. “We can’t let the queen go to the Summer Palace. This illusive dragon will be out for her.” Cerith said. “I agree, but you must tell the guards and the queen. She’ll listen to you.” Trench said. “What was that guard?” “Nothing your Majesty.” Trench replied. “I don’t want you talking to my daughter anymore.” “Yes your Majesty.”

thanks! :D

hehe yea isthmus is- well lets just say hes a little isthmus-

tecnecally this is the story of how istmus becam an insult among seawings-