The Sea Calls Me Home

Part 1

So... I know it's been forever, and I haven't exactly finished Seabound yet but... Here's the beginning of me starting another fix-it fic. I had a lot of fun experimenting with it, so hopefully someone enjoys it!

Concentrate.... A voice echoes through the endless sea, not quite spoken, yet not quite thought. Another consciousness perks up at this sudden interruption of the watery silence surrounding it.

Remember...

Remember what? The consciousness wonders.

I know it is hard, but I am here to help you. The voice continues.

The consciousness struggles to remain in control, distracted by the constant ebbing and flowing of the sea.

Concentrate and remember... remember where you come from and who you once were...

I am the water, the waves. I am the sea. The consciousness determines. Why won't the voice just let it go back to sleep...?

No. Try again... think.... The voice insists.

The consciousness tries to obey, but...

I-I don't know... I can't-

Keep trying. You must keep trying.

It's too hard!

The water grows more turbulent making it even more difficult to separate the waves from the other fragments of thought that seem to be floating by like flotsam and jetsam.

Keep trying, child. You are so close to the truth. The voice says softly, encouragingly.

The consciousness tries again, grasping at anything that seems to stand out from the sea itself. Fish swim aimlessly. Boats sail. And then...

I... I'm...

You can do it! The voice coaxes.

Suddenly, the entire sea seems to come to a pause.

I am Nya. Master of water.

Well done! I knew you would get there eventually. The voice tells Nya, sounding pleased.

Now that she's beginning to remember, she can feel herself taking form within the water. Nya hasn't felt this aware in what feels like an eternity.

If I'm Nya, then that means you must be... she begins.

Nyad? Yes. The voice tells her, taking on a form of its own.

Nya frowns, confused. None of this should be possible. Maybe she never became one with the sea and this is all just some sick dream. Trauma can cause weird dreams, right?

I have been calling for you for weeks now, trying to help you remember who you are, Nyad says, smiling gently, it is time you went home.

Time had passed so quickly. Her family has probably given up hope...

Wait – what? How? According to the legends, this you shouldn't even be able to separate yourself from the sea... and yet you're here telling me I can go back? Nya gushes, unable to process what she she's being told.

It sounds crazy, I know. The legends aren't entirely accurate. Returning to the physical plane is difficult, yes, but not impossible. Nyad explains with a far away look in her eyes.

If that's true, then why doesn't anyone else know about this? Demands Nya. The possibility of returning to her family is mind blowing. Too good to be true.

It took years for me to awaken again – I didn't have a guide to help me like you do. By the time I was able to leave the sea, my friends and family were long gone and there was no one left to tell of my return. Nyad answers sadly.

That's horrible! I can't imagine how that must have felt, Nya exclaims. The mental image of returning to the monastery to find it abandoned and decrepit is something she hopes she never has to experience.

It was difficult. I mourned the loss of what could have been for a long time, Nyad admits before brightening, But now I can prevent you from meeting the same fate.

Okay, Nyad. Where do we start? Nya asks eagerly. She'll do almost anything to go home again.