King Tyrone stood, dressed in a formal royal deep wine mantle with a delicate golden design, at the edge of the great submarine canyon that divided the depth into two parts, likewise setting apart the Kingdoms of Lyonesse and Atlantis. He stared towards the unseen farther bubbled Kingdom on the other side of the unending rift below with his arms folded behind his back, the flannel of his mantle fluttered slowly along with the current in a mesmerizing manner. He looked to his sides and signaled the two other entities present behind him before he approached the apparently well-bred hippocampus prepared for him. He was assisted in mounting the hippocampus and his back could soon be seen as he moved forward over his hippocampus towards the direction of the kingdom of Atlantis, and eventually v
