He was a prince of the past, helping his father rule the night alongside friends and soldiers. He lived in a castle, surrounded by small towns and villages, your classical old-age scene. The only difference is that there are creatures that lurk in the night, and rule the land. The prince, as well as his father and small army of soldiers were vampires. The soldiers feed from their war victims, though some take it into their own hands to rape the wives and children of those they killed in war. It’s a common scene in those days, and though the prince has tried, nothing could have been done about it.
The people lived in fear, afraid to be the prince’s next meal. Eventually, they could not stand it anymore. The humans team up with creatures of the forest, werewolves, and overthrow the prince. Killing every last vampire they can find. But the hunter in charge of killing the royal family pitied the prince. He saw good in the teen’s eyes and spared him. Putting a spell on him, keeping him alive but immobile, sending him to a world of dreams.
It has been hundreds of years and the castle is now a popular tourist attraction in modern Ireland. There are stories of it being owned by vampires, but how many people believe it? One tourist/local does when they stray from the tour group to inspect an old rotten shed in the courtyard. The shed was locked, but the metal was rusted and easily broken. Inside the shed sat various tools and supplies for upkeep the courtyard, but the most peculiar was a wooden coffin. It was most likely an exhibit for the museum, but what a strange place to store it. It was rotted and not cared for at all, the thing should have just been dumped!
What was inside it though? The human was curious and peeked inside. The lid was light, just a wooden lid meant to hide the dead body, not seal it in like modern coffins. What was inside looked like a corpse who had been sealed, though, and preserved! There were no signs of aging on him, and he looked like he was asleep; the being was laying on his side, gripping a necklace in his hands. his chest rose and dropped with air and his eyes moved rapidly with dreams under their protective lids. The only thing keeping him asleep was a protective seal. The easiest way to break it was if a descendant of the hunter who cast it touched him.
The evening was normal enough, or so it seemed. A young scientist left his beachside home in a boat. The young man specialized in Marine Biology and was out to attempt to study a night-dwelling fish. He went out alone, working on his own free time, but strong winds and strong currents knocked him out of the boat just as he was about to send his net down in hopes to catch the glowing night-fish that had been recently discovered so close to the shore. He got tangled in the net and was unable to surface himself. He was drowning, but a creature of the deep had been watching him. Possibly as a source of food, but also maybe out of curiosity. The creature freed the scientist from the net and brought him back to the shore. The human only saw the mythical beauty for a few brief seconds in rushing water and the dim rays of the moon as he fought off the darkness that could have been death if not for the beautiful creature. The merperson left the human on the beach, waiting in the water until someone found them and took them to the hospital. The human never got to thank their savior.
The scientist hired a crew of fishermen to search for this beauty and offered an award to anyone who could give him information. He gathered many myths and stories from around the world and even examined the tabloids for any signs of what he saw, though very few actually matched what he was looking for. This only opened up the possibilities of there being more than one species of merperson - so much studying to do! His main task, though, was to search for his savior and thank him and learn a little about him. He wanted to offer his protection to the creature. The scientist was mocked for his beliefs in the myths of mermaids; but he had a few who believed in him.