Long ago, there was a different world, not too different from the one now, but things were more, fantastical.

It was prospering in peace, but everything changed, when something emerged from the depths of ocean abyss. A being towering anything in its path, with its wings taking away the light to anywhere in its shade, it was... an angel. His ear piercing screeches and curses to cast the world in all form of natural disasters to whipe out most of the past presence. After ages of silence the new generation of life has appeared once again, developing into what there is now.

All of it however is simply just prechings of Fishman Village's Spiritual Figurehead O'Great Sun and the reasoning behind this angels awakening was the pride the previous fishman generations. This whole angel may not be real, tho the thought of something like this existing and awakening at any time fills me up with dread and anxiety...
I think that's enough of the Fishmen Folklore for today.