Prologue
Sea dwellers are humans who can live and breathe underwater. They have -with a little(non-consented)help from humans- built a civilisation of their own underwater. They called their males drealivsThey called their females orealeas Their girls were called Oreas And their boys rivs
This story is set in a universe that is somewhat similar to our own but there magic exists alongside magical (non-talking) creatures. The time is between the medieval age and the steam age.
Villains
They are everyone’s enemy. We all hate them. Don’t we? But what if I told you they weren’t as bad as you may think.
A story may exist without a particular hero (protagonist) ,but a story cannot exist without a good villain. The villain is always the main character. The main show. All a hero does is give the story a satisfying, not-tragic ending. But what’s the fun in that? In fact, some heroes are actually villains in some people’s lives. Villains are just heroes with a broken heart.
Whether the villain may be a person or bad weather or an undead being or delay or eve the hero itself.,they add all the spice that’s needed in a story. It’s usually just a misunderstood character. The villain is the base of a story. And this story starts with the birth of a villain.
About 4000 metres down under the encrient sea,where sea dwellers (humans with fins on their arms and legs who live and breathe underwater) had built their kingdom unknown to the humans,there was a tradition that a woman was not allowed to give birth within the borders of Encrea. For this reason, and this reason alone, did Pherisa agree to leave the comforts of her home to produce her child in the wilderness of the birthing grounds, close to the surface.
She flapped her webbed feet as fast as sha could,which was pretty fast for someone who was carrying an eight-and-a-half month old baby in her womb. Her spine welled up with pain. She felt pain in her belly too. The baby was coming.
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At the heart of the Encrient sea, on fantascia colossal island,divided into several smaller islands by a Web of rivers,king Herald had decided to take his wife and fourteen year old son out to the beach at the edge of the island instead of the usual one that surrounded their castle in the middle the island. He had sent the royal guards back to the castle for the morning just to get a little bit of privacy. But of course he couldn’t send Bailewick away because he needed someone to watch his sin while he enjoyed a romantic picnic by the sea with his beloved queen.
Bailewick took the little Prince a good distance away from his parents. The delta wasn’t very big. It was about the size of four small airports ,separated from the rest of the island by a delta. Thland belonged solely to the royal family. It was used mainly as a lookout, but sometimes it’s just a fun space to be in.
The little Prince Rolland heard a shriek coming from the water. He looked around but there was no one there. The second time it sounded more like a scream.
Roland looked across a nearby river. A woman stood at the shore yelling ” come back, Cornelia!!”
A splash directed Roland’s attention to the sea.
A little girl had jumped into the water.
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On a delta right next to the one that belonged to the royal family, Ella and Cornelia locked the door to their cottage and headed towards the sea.
Twelve year old Cornelia had started learning sorcery and her mother had one to show her at the beach. They walked in silence until they reached the beach which was a few cottages from their cottage.
Cornelia fell quickly in love with the vast openness of the sea. The waves clashed against the beach and the cliffs far off. The beach was empty for the evening. Just what they needed: nothing in sight but water and sand; no sound but the sound of water colliding with the sand and rock.
“Fetch some water in a bowl while I set up our ingredients.” Ella was first to break the silence.
With quick effect, cornelia took a bowl out of her bag. She looked out at the sea. The water called out to her. She had a role to play in the making of history, and it was her cue.
She,running to the shore, scooped up a bowl full of water. She picked up the first rock she could find by the river. By the time she had run back to her mother, Ella had set up all the potion ingredients on the sandy floor.
“Alright, lets get started.” Ella said. She sat down on the sand; Cornelia did the same. Ella mixed a few ingredients into a vial including a drop of salt water. Using a stirring rod, she made sure all the ingredients were completely mixed. She bathed the rock in the potion. It absorbed the magic liquid.
“And now for the moment of truth.” Ella said, holding the rock a foot above the bowl of water. Cornelia stared and waited, eagerly, impatiently. Her eyes widened as the water rose slowly towards the rock.
Ella swung the rock around. The water acted with it like the tail of a whip. Finally she threw the rock as far out to sea as she could and the water followed in the same path.
“Wow!” Cornelia exclaimed.
“You try.” Ella said ,handing the vial over to Cornelia.
Cornelia, after throwing the vial into her bag, picked up the bowl and ran over to the point where the river met the sea. She took a moment to appreciate the immaculate wonderful of nature.
The wind blew back her hair. Her ears became dry. Dust got into her eyes but she didn’t mind. That was when she heard it. The shriek She looked back at her mother. Her mother was staring across the river at a boy and a man. She hadn’t made that noise. Then where did it come from?
A scream echoed loud. It came from the sea. Was someone in trouble?
Cornelia ran past the shore and through the shallow part of the sea.
“Cornelia!!” Ella screamed,standing up “Come back!”
Roland ran across the river, wetting his shoes and trousers. Bailewick ran after him ,calling for him to come back. Roland, ignoring Bailewick ,ran across the shore and through the shallows of the sea to stop Cornelia.
Waves rushed towards Cornelia. Roland grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back to shore. But the waves didn’t stop at the shore. They kept coming.
Ella pulled Cornelia back and Bailewick pulled Roland back. It amazed Roland that the water kept coming and even the river had turned the direction of its flow towards them.
Ella put two and two together and finally figured out what was going on. She took Cornelia’s bag off her and threw it as far out to the sea as she could. The vial which had been leaking for the past couple of minutes fell out and all its contents were poured out into the sea. The waves drew back and the river continued on its usual route to the sea. The screams had stopped.
Bailewick stared at Ella. His eyes were asking ‘What just happened ’
Pherisa held her darling little baby in her scaly arms. The baby girl was so beautiful that she needed a name immediately. Pherisa had heard a beautiful name not so long ago. Someone had screamed it. Cordelia, was it?
Daughter of the sea.
Yes that was perfect.
