Tears streamed down Agra's face as he looked at the shining moon high above. He was currently floating in the middle of the ocean, his body suspended above the water like a needle inside a bubble, not sinking, yet not flying.
The ocean water beneath him was cold and cutting and yet, his skin wasn't affected at all, not even the whispering cold breeze could make him flinch.
He slowly raised his hand in despair, as if wishing to touch the moon but the moment he realized that he couldn't, more glittering tears escaped his beautifully blue eyes that took on the beauty of the ocean.
"So we are all nothing at the end." He muttered, voice full of bitterness and sorrow as he looked at the stars dancing around the moon. "At the end, nothing mutters... Everything we do, everything we have become. It's all nothing... At the end, it's just.... Death!" He smirked with the wounded pride of a tiger.
He closed his eyes tight while taking a deep breath, as if trying to give himself some little hope and, in that brief moment, his ears suddenly twitched as he heard something breaking through the water while heading to the surface, towards him at a massive speed that could best a bullet.
But Agra didn't flinch, he casually turned his head towards the direction with a smirk on his face, like someone who had already anticipated for this moment.
The sea split with a hiss, and from its depths rose a shadow, humanoid but, when Agra saw it, he was overwhelmed by a boredom that could kill one at the spot!
"Msm!" He cursed with boredom written all over his face. "Why must it always be you!?" He muttered while looking at her, the one who rose from the water like a forgotten prophecy, three-quarters submerged, yet impossibly commanding.
Her light green eyes locked onto the shore with a gaze that felt older than the tide itself. Jet-black hair clung to her face in elegant strands, each one glistening like obsidian kissed by moonlight. Her skin, pale and perfect, shimmered with a glow that made the stars above seem dull by comparison.
The silver trident in her hand caught the moon's reflection and fractured it into a thousand dancing shards. Its prongs curved like the wings of a celestial beast, etched with runes that pulsed softly, as if breathing.
"You know it's against the rules to be at the surface." The girl muttered, her voice echoing in the air like a beautiful melody of a thousand birds singing. "What if the humans see you?" She asked.
"Syrrha, has anyone ever told you you're as thrilling as a dead tide?" Agra asked in boredom.
"Well, it's fair to say that I get that alot. Especially from you." She responded while extending her hand over the water.
It then suddenly started to solidify and form a small ice bed that she stepped over and lay down on her back, facing the moon. "What are you doing here anyway?" She asked.
"Isn't it clear already?" Agra responded.
"Clear?"
"For f*ck sake I'm mourning."
"Not this again."
"I'm mourning my tragedy life."
"Now I regret asking."
"I really don't get why they are forcing me to live undersea and yet I don't belong there. I'm more of a land medley and they are forcing me to be an Atlantean. How is that fair?" Agra complained.
Even though they say that Agra is an Atlantean medley, he had never felt so. He felt like like he belonged more in the land than sea, and the evidence allover him.
A medley is typically a person belonging to a god/goddess and human bloodline. Their original home is the FirstWorld, the world created first by the Maker but now, the medleys have scattered allover the human world, some hiding in the plain sight.
This happened after a powerful medley with a dark fluxed energy, the god's power inherited from the core parent, god or goddess, decided to conquer the FirstWorld. But unfortunately, her dark fe(fluxed energy) is corrupting the FirstWorld and slowly killing it.
This forced the medleys to relocate to different planets scattered allover the universes. But some, like Agra and Syrrha, ended up in the human world.
But with the Makers warning that their presence should never be known by humans, this group decided to hide undersea, away from the human sight, now known as the Atlanteans.
Living undersea is quite easy for this group of medley since their core parent was either a sea god, goddess, or maybe having some fe that relates with ocean and water.
Apart from inheriting some basic god's attributes like super strength, super spead and reflexes, they also inherit a core fe that awakens at the age of sixteen, after a special cell known as the Fluxed Cells (FC), have started generating.
So some simple skills like breathing underwater, swimming at an inhumane spead and making undersea their natural habitat is quite easy.
But not to Agra. Sometimes he would struggle undersea. Breathing becomes difficult, and he doesn't even have the same swimming speed as his fellow Atlanteans.
Of course this made him the weakest of all as his FC is not even yet awakened. Thus he can't control water and ice elements like every other medley originating from a god or goddess with an ocean based FE.
"I don't even understand why you are so obsessed by strength. I already told you. If you marry me, I'll always be there to protect you." Syrrha muttered stopping Agra from saying more.
"Marry you!" Agra quickly responded, as if offended by Syrrha's words. "Any man would be stupid to marry a woman like you. Bedsides, I'm fated to have a thousand wives and a jealousy like yours? I'm afraid all my wives would end up poisoned." Agra muttered while quickly looking away, his eyes catching something else.
"What's that? Is that supposed to be there?" Agra questioned.
From a distance, it hovered like a secret long forgotten, untouched by tide or time.
It was a small, round hut suspended above the sea.
The walls were smooth and dark, glinting with salt-crusted runes that whispered in a language no longer spoken.
Dark black mist curled around it like breath, and the air beneath shimmered with a quiet defiance of gravity, suspended as if waiting for someone who'd long forgotten they were summoned.
"What's that doing there?" Agra muttered in confusion.
Not just once had he come to the surface to breath. At this spot, far from human reach and, he had never seen something like this before.
"What are you talking about? I can't see anything." Syrrha muttered while looking at the same direction. But no matter how hard she tried to look, no matter how hard she tried to squeeze her eyelids, she just couldn't see anything.
"Syrrha, I know you like playing pranks but... You know what, forget it." He added while turning his attention back to the moon but suddenly, a beautiful melody curled around his ears with the tenderness of a forgotten lullaby.
The sound came from the hut, distant yet piercing, like a siren's song sung through the bones of the ocean itself. This forced Agra to freeze as his breath was caught in his throat, not from fear, but from awe.
The song was unmistakably mermaid, fluid, layered, and laced with sorrow but that made no sense to him. Mermaids do not dwell at this part of the ocean so how?
"Do you hear that?" He whispered, confused, yet dazed.
"Hear what?"Syrrha quickly responded.
"The song…"
"Song?" She asked in confusion.
It was strange that Syrrha couldn't hear it but it was there. Clear as the stars above. A voice that sounded like it had been waiting for him across the centuries.
Agra's heart pounded as he tried to resist its compelling essence but in the end, the melody tugged at something deeper within, something buried in his blood, in the part of him that had always felt misplaced beneath the waves.
The black mist around the hut pulsed in rhythm with the song. The runes on its walls shimmered faintly that forced Agra's body to move before his mind could catch up, his body slicing through the water, legs propelling him forward with a speed he didn't know he possessed.
"Agra!" Syrrha called, alarmed, but he didn't answer. He couldn't.
The closer he got, the louder the melody became until it filled his entire being. It wasn't just sound, it was belonging. It was truth. It was home.
He reached the hut and paused, hovering before it while keenly studying each feature.
The structure loomed silently, suspended above the sea like a memory refusing to fade. He reached out, fingers trembling, and touched the surface. But the moment his skin met the runes, the hut sucked sucked him in and vanished like it was never there before.