Tidal Vortex-Book One

Prologue

Chronicles  Of the Siren:

Tidal Vortex.

-Book One

By Amanda DeShane

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"The waves took me under their wings and

into a world I never dreamed could

have existed."

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Copyright © Amanda DeShane 2020

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without written permission from the Author. Amanda DeShane has asserted her right to be identified as the author.

Trigger Warning: This novel is a new adult epic fantasy novel. The story is a mix between realism and fantasy, with an Atlantis mythology twist. All people, and situations are the product of the author's imagination. Beware: there are sexual scenes within this novel. Including jail scenes, and an attempted rape scene.

Dedication:

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I dedicate this book to my three-year-old nephew Ryley, who passed away in a house fire. "Rest in peace," little angel. You are dearly missed, forever loved, and in our hearts always.

A big thank you for all the support during this pandemic. These trying times have been challenging, and I am overwhelmingly thankful for each one of you wonderful readers. Thank you to all my readers that have been supportive of my journey as a writer. Without you, my books would just be words on paper. Please offer up your thoughts, constructive criticism, in the comments. I will be actively taking feedback from readers and using it to make this book even better as I pursue traditional publishing.  

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                             Prologue

Waves crash against the rocks of the Welsh coastline as a baby's frantic cry carries on the wind. Upon hearing the eerie wails, a fisher man moves his boat closer to the shoreline. Securing his green wader pants on his broad frame, he jumps into the thigh-high water. He stood just over six feet tall, with brown curly hair, brown eyes, and a bushy beard from months out at sea. No stranger to the waves that forcefully batter against his legs, he trudges forward with determination, spurred on by the frantic sound. He knew the cry of a baby all too well, having two children of his own. His boots crunch on the rocks and colorful seashells, and with each step, the wails grew louder. Heart beating rapidly, his head fills with thoughts of worst-case scenarios as his steps took him closer to a cropping of large grey rocks. They were worn smooth from thousands of years of water rushing the outcropping.

Spotting a slight form with hands and feet flailing in the chilly evening air, he looks around in confusion. He wonders, why would a newborn child, from the looks of it, be on the seashore with not a stitch of clothing and no adult in sight? Scanning the forested area and seashore, he finds no one. Taking off his red wool sweater, he wraps the flailing babe up. Dusk was setting as the sun just finished going down on the distant horizon. The light, once a golden orange, was dimming, but there was just enough daylight left to clearly see the precious female baby he holds in his arms.

Cuddling the babe close, he coo's to her, "Oh, you tiny lass, stop your fussing. You will be warm soon and we will find you some warm milk to drink. Hush now, you are safe. We will find your mom wherever she has got to, don't you worry your pretty little head."

Gazing at the babe in his arms, it surprise's him to notice her eyes are a bright teal color and her hair is raven black, sprouting out of her perfect angelic head with the whitest porcelain-like skin he has ever seen. Tucking her close to his chest, he heads back towards the rowboat. The only warmth to be had at this time of evening would be upon his fishing boat in the crew's quarters.

A mother's eyes watch his every step, from the depths of the water, before a splash signals her departure.