Chapter OneLiliwen had already lost the argument before even starting, but she had to
give it one final try. After all, her entire purpose, her reason for being,
was at stake.
"Perhaps if I could learn how to fight. I might be of use. Send me to
Siren's Rock to train, please, Father!" she pleaded.
King Weiland merely shook his head and averted his gaze, as Liliwen paced
the large coral hall that was the seat of the Merfolk's power. He might be
content sitting there on his throne, but Liliwen was unwilling to remain a
passive bystander. She wanted to do something with her life.
What would it take for him to see sense? Why should she waste her talents
by sitting around at home, watching, waiting, as the men of the Deep
prepared for a battle they were unlikely to win?
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