Daughter of the Sea

Prologue

It was dark and stormy in the streets of Manhattan. People rushed down the sidewalk, hoping to get out of the storm. Cars were blowing their horns at each other, desperate to get to their destination before the storm got worse. Some people didn't notice the storm as they were too busy yelling at each other, talking on their mobile phones, or just didn't care about the storm. No one sees the beauty of the storm. No one cares about how the lightning dances in the sky and how mystical and captivating they are. No one cares about how the thunder adds excitement to the atmosphere. All except for a man and his heavily pregnant wife. They didn't seem to mind the storm, instead loving the beauty of it.

"Do you remember when you proposed to me, Gomez?" says the woman.

"How could I forget, my love?" The man, Gomez, sighed dreamily. "It was on the night just like this! It was absolutely perfect! The lightning. The thunder! It made it much more romantic."

"Mon amour." The woman said as she laid her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Tish! That's French!" Gomez said excitedly. "You know what it does to me."

"Oui."

The married couple stopped when they heard a sound from the alleyway next to them. At first, they thought it might have been a rat or another animal in the garbage bin. Then they heard it, a young girls voice, no older than 5.

Gomez and his wife looked at one another. If it is a child in the dumpster, then where are their parents? Better yet, what is a child doing in the dumpster? Abandoned maybe? Surely not. Family is everything. Abandoning your family is a crime to them. The wife rubbed her swollen belly.

"Come on out dear child. We will not harm you." Gomez kneeled on one knee.

"That is what my stepfather said before he killed my mother." The child said from the dumpster. "He lied to us."

If the couple was not just a normal couple, they would have been frightened on how stoic the child's voice was. The child sounded cold and distance, completely void of any emotion. The couple might not be frightened to the child's tone of voice, but it does not mean that they were not worried for the child. Children outside of the Addams Family were usually filled with life and laughter without a care in the world, believing that it were filled with sunshine and rainbows.  Children of the Addams Family were the complete opposite. Children of the Addams Family focused on death and the afterlife, and usually keep their emotions in check. Usually. This child in the dumpster was clearly not a Addams, as Morticia and Gomez would've known if the Addams Family introduced a new family member. 

Even if the child in the dumpster was an Addams, it was forbidden to abandon family. Family is everything. An Addams will die for family. An Addams with kill for family. An Addams would never abandon a child in a dumpster in a city alone. 

Morticia and Gomez looked at each other with concerned about the stepfather comment. They were angry at the stepfather, although they did not express it. It would do no good if they scare the child. 

"Dear child, I swear on my very own soul, that I did not lie to you." Gomez said softly. "My wife and I will never lay a hand on you. Not now nor ever." 

A few minutes of silence passed before a young five year old girl came from behind the dumpster. Her black hair was long and matted, as if the poor girl was not able to brush her hair for months. The T-shirt she was wearing was dirty and torn. The pants she had on were not much in a good condition either. Her eyes, however, shown how much of a fighter she is. Her sea-green with specks of gold held power that was hidden. Power that no human should have. 

Morticia smiled. "Hello, young one. May I have your name and I will give you mine in return?" 

The girl glanced at the pregnant woman. "My mother calls me Percy, however, my full name is Persephone." 

"That is such a lovely name. My name is Morticia and this is my husband, Gomez." 

"You said that your stepfather killed your mother?" Gomez asked.

"Correct." Persephone said. "I ran away shortly after and have been on the streets since then." 

"What about your father? The one your mother had you with?" Morticia wondered. 

"My father was lost at sea before I was born. My mother had believed that he is still alive out there somewhere." Persephone smiled a little as if she was recalling a good memory. "I believe. My father is out there somewhere, I just need to find him." 

Morticia and Gomez looked at each other, as if they were speaking to each other through their eyes. Finally, they looked at the little five year old girl and Morticia began to speak. 

"Why don't you let us take you home with us? These streets are quite dangerous if not properly trained to handle the dangers. I promise you will be safe with us." 

After a few moments of silence, Persephone agreed. 

It was not long before Persephone Amphitrite Jackson became Nyx Persephone Amphitrite Addams.