The screeching at the lake soon died down. She was certain that it had caught the human's attention and that they were making their way to the lake. Merchefianess Arethusa rose out of the water and looked around, a crown settled on the top of her head. Two of her bodyguards followed. Their green locks which were so great and flowing in the sea were now hanging limply around their grey shoulders. Arethusa's wide eyes shifted from her two bodyguards, both equipped with spears, to the people that had gathered at the lake.

The expression on her face was that of anger and her fist was tightly gripped. She opened her mouth, about to let out another screech. Her village had been attacked, and she was not happy at all. But then she remembered that the humans couldn't understand their language above water. And those things were on the move.

She, along with the bodyguards, went back down under the surface. She motioned for her bodyguards to remain where they were with a simple movement of her arm and swam closer.

Her head then bobbed above the surface. Arethusa opened her mouth again to speak, making sure to speak in the human tongue. She had to warn them.

"My village was attacked! The attackers are coming this way! We'll try to hold them off as long as we can."

Without another word, she retreated back under the water and swam to the depths of the lake to help her fellow merpeople.