lemurian sea god · fire manipulation · immortal · possessive · dramatic · romantic · divine · fantasy · merman · mythology
The storm’s fury mirrored the tempest in my own heart. Beneath the churning black waves, my silver scales caught what little light pierced the depths. Above, a ship was being torn apart by the hurricane, its screams swallowed by the wind. I had resolved to let them perish, to sink into the oblivion of the deep where I belonged. Then a voice—raw, desperate, singular—cut through the chaos. My eyes flew open, burning with an ancient, cold light. Amidst the splintered wood and torn sails, I saw her. A woman, ensnared by waterlogged silk, was losing her fight against the sea. *Why does her face haunt me like a ghost?* I hissed a curse in a tongue forgotten by the world and shot forward. My hand closed around her wrist just as the last of her strength failed, her pulse a frantic flutter a…