"Onward!" the coach driver shouted, as the six-foot tall emerald seahorses galloped their way into the town ahead of them. The coach headed to the colossal gates in front of them, and the chauffeur showed his City Pass to the security guard. The guard nodded his head, his short black hair moving a little in the current. His uniform sported a light green vest with many badges and patches on the front. He took off his city badge that was pinned on his vest, and put it into the slot on the side of the gate.
The colossal gates opened, and the city was viewable in its entirety from the top of the hill that the gate was on. In the eastern side of the city, there were huge surface scrapers, every one of them a different shape, and all different colors. They all had the same flag on the top of their roofs. The light green flag was a triangle shape, with a conch shell in the middle of it, surrounded by a deep blue ribbon, bearing the words, "Morenia solinn boress." The coach ran slightly above the marble streets, with seashells of every sort imbedded in its surface.
The coach headed into the western side of the city, the residential area. The homes along the side of the city were titanic, filled to the brim with costly treasures, and housing only the best dressed mermen. The coach stopped along the first avenue, the most expensive looking homes towering above them.
They stopped at a giant, deep sapphire colored, five story house, with elaborately decorated doors and windows. The basic structure was a Victorian style, with towers and ornate decorations on the walls. The garden in the front held exotic flowers from the Indian Ocean, with bushes of deep blue seaweed from the Arctic Ocean. They were surprisingly adaptive in the Atlantic Ocean's drastic changes, from scorching hot to bitter cold in one small current.
The coach opened, allowing a man dressed in a scarlet coat, his light orange shirt visible underneath his yellow tie. His fin matched his coat, a deep fiery red, the thin tips shimmering with iridescence. His face was older, not elderly, and his dark gray hair showed that he was probably in his late forties. He swam slowly to his home, his chauffeurs right behind him with his immense luggage.
He rang the doorbell of the home, pulling on a sturdy cord made of seashells, creating a booming conch call. A mermaid opened the door, her long, red hair drifting around her shoulders, as she embraced the man in a warm hug.
"Oh, Cecil, I'm so glad you're home!" She was very plain looking, and didn't fit well with the rest of the picture. Her blouse was a rich green, plain as well, with only a small white seashell button at the top, and long sleeves. Her fin didn't have a very significant beauty about it, it was just a plain green, and the scales were so large they didn't look very majestic. Her face showed signs of age, with wrinkles around her eyes, mouth and on her forehead. Her smile showed crooked teeth, which weren't overly unattractive except that her smile was so big they were quite obvious.
"Hello, Cordelia. How are you? Has Edmund done anything I should know about?" Cordelia's huge smile faded, and her eyes darkened. "Yes, unfortunately, he has. Oh, Cecil, what are we going to do about him? He just won't listen." Cecil swam on past her into the lavish house, and swam up the spiral staircase. He swam down the hallway and to Edmund's room. He knocked on the door. "Edmund? It's me. Open this door now." The doorknob twisted and the door opened.
A boy of about 15 stood in the doorway, his face angry. His hair was a dark brown, and cut short at his head. He wore a plain shirt, dark blue with a collar, which totally went against the color of his fin which was the same as his fathers: fiery red with iridescent tips. His face was also like his fathers except his eyes which were larger and rounder like his mother's. His mouth was shut tight and his eyes looked directly into his father's.
"Is there a problem?" he asked. Cecil looked at him in disgust. "How could you dare cause trouble again while I am gone? You know how much your mother has to do with the Mermaids for Life committee! And I have to work! I don't have time for this, Edmund, and if you dare let it happen again, you will be working in the outskirts of the city by yourself. Is that what you want?" Edmund looked at him angrily. "Do you even know what I did?" Cecil looked even more disgusted. "I don't care! Your mother is upset, and that's all I need to know." "That's not true. You just don't care or want to know. I don't even think Mother knows what I did. She just got mad that I had to interrupt her wonderful life so she could pick me up from school." Cecil looked at Edmund with a deep hatred. "Get in your room and stay there." Edmund glared at his father like he was the most ridiculous person in the world. "Excuse me, I am in my room. You are in my room, however, and if you want me to suffer, stay in her forever with me. Or, if you hate me so much, leave me ALONE." Cecil looked at Edmund in disgust, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Cecil swam down the stairs, and looked on the scene before him. His chauffeurs were bringing in his luggage, as his wife looked at herself in a huge, lavish mirror, pinning her hair back with a cluster of miniscule seashells. She saw her husband in the reflection, and turned to him with a smile. She swam up to him with a warm smile and ushered him down the stairs. "Honey, don't worry about Edmund. Now tell me, how was your trip?" Cecil sat down in a flamboyant couch made of shimmering blue velvet, its slightly short legs silver and majestic.
He sighed, and said meakly, "Oh, it was fine. Stephen, of course, could not be bothered with any important issues. We didn't even get to the welfare problem. Although, good news, I got a raise." Cordelia was ecstatic, and gave Cecil a huge hug. "That is absolutely the best news I've heard in a long time! Now we can buy that coach with the gorgeous lamps on the side that I've had my eye on!" Cordelia swam around the room, with a smile on her face and a color to her cheeks that was missing for weeks. Cecil wasn't quite as happy as her, though.
"Yeah, the money's great. I just think it was a way to get me out of Stephen's hair. He has so much power, and he doesn't put it to good use! He won't even allow us to build a community center in the western most residential area, simply because he said it would not be as appreciated as a new seahorse training course in Edmunds school." Cordelia looked at him, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Cecil, dear, don't worry. You aren't living in the western most side of the city! You live here! And you got a raise!" Cordelia started towards a table on the other side of the room and picked up a pamphlet on it. She brought it to Cecil's face. "See? This is the coach I want. See the mirrors on the side? They're made from pearls! Real pearls from the oyster farm in the Caribbean!" Cecil looked at the pamphlet and heaved a sigh. "Yes, my dear, it is lovely."