Wings of Water: Swirling Drift

Okay, Imma just say that this is a semi-canon story. Our main character, Drift, is a SeaWing living in the time a few months before the Dragonets of Destiny escape from Under the Mountain. I will tweaking some of the story plots to intertwine with the real books by Tui. T. Sutherland. Read at your own risk. ENJOY!
== Prologue ==
Maelstrom didn't like to be summoned. It made him feel like an obedient dog, always following orders and never complaining. Of course, he didn't mind following orders, but being summoned was different. After all, Queen Coral could come to him, for moons sake. As he swam, the Deep Palace seemed to shrink from his view, as he traveled to the outskirts and near to the trenches. Small reefs with even smaller fish shied away from his presense. Maelstrom maybe 15, but he was exceptionally large, with a tall neck, and taller limbs. 
It was kind of dark, away from the lights of the Deep Palace, but if Maelstrom were to admit he was afraid.... He'd never hear the end of it. Another reason he didn't like summoning: He was told to go places, he might not want to go to. Stupid. He thought. Just stupid. Being summoned on the very edge of the trench. It's as if I were in trouble. Suddenly, a jolt of fear sizzled through his veigns. What if he was in trouble? Uh-oh. 
Maelstrom had seen Queen Coral kill her subjects because they failed to do her bidding, disobeyed orders, or even proven to be dislikeful. Limbs tore apart, teeth ripped from the gums, wings all mangled up in horribly weird disfigurements. 
He didn't enjoy watching it. 
I'M RIGHT HERE. Someone flashed in Aquatic. Maelstrom turned his head to see the hulking figure of Queen Coral. Her face was screwed into an angry frown. Uh-oh, he was in trouble. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE SUMMONED, MAELSTROM? Coral demanded. Maelstrom quickly bowed. NO, YOUR MAJESTY. I DON'T. He could practically hear the hiss coming from Queen Coral. 
DO YOU HAVE A SON, GENERAL MAELSTROM? Maelstrom looked straight into Queen Coral's eyes. YES. HIS NAME'S DRIFT. HE'S THREE YEARS OLD. This seemed to enrage the Queen even more. WELL YOUR SON, Queen Coral growled. WAS SEEN WITH MY DAUGHTER, PRINCESS ANENOME. 
......what?
It felt as a piece of ice had been thrown at Maelstrom's head, then it burned right in front of him. 
MY SON, DRIFT... WITH YOUR DAUGHTER? Maelstrom faultered. YES, Queen Coral snapped. IF I SAW HIM WITH ONE OF MY MANY LITTLE PRINCES, THAT WOULD'VE BEEN TOLERABLE, BUT DRIFT WAS WRESTLING WITH ANEMONE. THIS IS UNEXCEPTABLE. A COMMONER MUST NOT BE ASSOCIATED WITH A ROYAL. Malestrom sputtered, HE SAID WAS GOING TO PLAY IN THE DEEP PALACE WHILE I TALKED TO SHARK. I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS GOING TO THE ACTUAL PALACE. I WILL DISCIPLINE HIM SEVERLY. 
Then he asked, YOUR MAJESTY, WHERE IS PRINCESS ANENOME? Usually, the little princess was attached to a harness next to the Queen. Coral frowned even deeper. (Is that possible?) I LEFT HER IN THE CARE OF WHIRLPOOL FOR A MOMENT. I WILL SEE HER SOON, AND GIVE HER A LECTURE TOO. I DON'T EVER WANT THIS TO HAPPEN AGAIN. Maelstrom bowed. Before Queen Coral swam away, she hissed, IN FACT I'M GOING TO DEMOTE YOU PERSONALLY TO SEARGANT. THAT IS ALL. 
And then she was gone.
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