Whirlpool wanted to ascend to the throne and to become king, that was all very true. But no, that dream was no shattered into little pieces. Anemone, the very animus dragon he was helping train and focus her animus powers.
He was tossed aside, into the dark, electrifying abyss. Full. Of. Electric. Eels.
Whirlpool had waited until the eels stopped swarming him, and was slightly surprised he wasn't dead. A lot of his body felt numb, though. So, he swam to the surface and waited a good 'nother twenty minutes.
After that time, Whirlpool clawed his way up. His slick claws slid against the wet stone, but he was able to cling on. He scrambled out, and darted as fast as he could for the door.
SkyWings. And MudWings. Setting the Summer Palace alight. The first thing went through his mind. The scrolls! First blasted just short of him and broke his frantic thoughts.
He needed to get out of here. And FAST. With a last breath, Whirlpool launched himself into the air, at the level of the SkyWings, and dived down. He spread his wings to help slow his fall, but also to taunt the SkyWings.
Whirlpool flashed insults at them in Aquatic, knowing they wouldn't understand and might become further frustrated. Once they became frustrated, there was a chance they could become sloppy and less coordinated.
Whirlpool curved up when he was close to the salt water and dived in. He beat his wings and found a small current, before swimming out the exit of the Summer Palace. There was barely a SeaWing in the sea. He could see a few darting around, near the Deep Palace. They were probably patrolling to see if any MudWings were entering.
Low chance, as they would have to go under a lot of water pressure, and that would possibly help reduce the time they could spend underwater. Besides, they won't have as much grace as we do underwater. We have all the tactical advantages. Whirlpool paused in the water, looking at the palace.
Should I go back? Or know that my death was fake? He shook his head, before swimming off. Perhaps faking his death would benefit in the future.
A storm was brewing and the water was becoming rough and hard to swim. Whirlpool knew he must continue, though. When something white bumped him on the head.
He grasped it, and gasped slightly. It was about the size of a scavenger, and was square-shaped with a dip in. A hole seemed to suggest that liquids flowed down it. What was it? It seemed to slightly call to Whirlpool, so he carried it with him.
It turned out to be sort of a good-luck charm. Whirlpool was able to fully recover, and returned to the Kingdom of the Sea with open talons. Coral announced that he would become an heir, which made his job a whole lot easier. He'd just have to kill the heirs.
That night, Whirlpool stared at the objects. He had come to the conclusion it must be some sort of scavenger sink, so that's what he named it: Sink.
Eventually, Whirlpool rose to the throne, and became King Whirlpool. His bride? No other than Queen Sink.