A soldier dragged a body across the moist grass.

'Another battle, another weakling.'

His face scrunched up. How much he despised weaklings and what the living and strong had to do for them.

And don't get him started on the mourning. How it was so useless and annoying.

His silver eyes rolled at the mother of the weakling boy as she got out of the water and transformed into a human.

Her tears could now be seen. They flowed like blood. He wished it was the enemies blood; tears just showed weakness.

She cried as her knees fell to the ground and hands cupped the dead shark person's face. Olis just glared at the women.

As the soldier told her the cause of death and of the cleansing center, Olis noticed that the soldier had blood on her hair. She was a strong siren.

"Hey you," she said, pointing at him.

"Me?"

"Yeah, help me," said the siren.

Olis grumbled. He slowly pushed his body upon the ground and loosely grabbed the underside of the weakling's head while the other strong went to the weakling's legs.

Olis had gone to the cleansing center many times before. Cleaning bodies and crying over the weaklings that couldn't fight was a stupid idea.

'Why cry for a weak, stupid, insinificant, dead body? It was better that they were dead. The sea foam would help the strong. They didn't have to put time and resources that they didn't have into them.'

"Sucks that we lost another one," the siren said looking back at Olis.

"I guess," he said rolling his eyes.

"He was strong," she said then held his legs a little tighter.

"How so?" Olis asked. "He's dead."

"He was in the front line. I saw him fight over two sorcerers at once. I believe he managed to kill one of them," she said. "I was so scared that I couldn't do anything but watch..."

She turned to face the front. Her head filled to the ground and her mouth closed for the rest of the walk.

'Weaklings...strong?'

Olis always thought that the dead bodies he was forced to drag back and clean were weak for dying, but this man, this shark person was actually in the front line. Fighting off two scorers at once none the less.

Olis was always in the back. He could never make it to the front no matter how hard he tried. The Skys would never let him.

They reached the cleansing center and gently gave the deceased body to one of the Seas who was working there.

Olis took a sigh then got into the ocean gaining his tail and fins. He flipped his tail and passed the weakling's mother. Her eyes were closed and her chin was shaking. She swam right into Olis.

The women's eyes managed to eye into little horizontal slits.

"I'm so sorry," she cried as she passed him.
"It's okay, you must be hurting. Your son was strong and died a worthy death."

"Thank you," She said with a small grin and she continued to swim.