Allura normally never came to the trenches. Her magic and her body depended on the sunlight and warm waters of the more shallow seas and rivers, but this time she had come. She had always known about the terrible fights and gladiator matches that happened, but it hadn’t been until recently that she had known how bad they were and how much they affected sea life throughout the oceans. She had made her way here to help.

She swam carefully, shivering as she felt the waters getting colder and darker. She could hear and feel the crowds nearby as they yelled for blood and she heard the cries of the defeated. She searched for any sign of warmth around her and saw a light emitting from a tiny cave. She bit her lip and followed it. When she arrived she immediately felt safer, if not immediately heartbroken. There were so many broken merfolk that she could have broken down into tears, but she put on a brave face instead.

In one of the beds, a great, muscular male was being restrained by several mermaids. He was calling out the name ‘Matt’ and fighting them with several obviously serious injuries. He was still high on adrenaline it seemed, and he hadn’t seen the extent of his wounds. She approached quickly. She touched his shoulder gently and a sent a wave of calmness through her touch. He was huge and terrifying in his state of panic, but she managed to calm him down.

“My name is Allura. I’m going to help you, you’re going to be alright.” She assured him, her voice echoing and soothing.