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"As ever strong as the waves, the keeper of souls must be. And how the wisdom of the Queen must have."

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The currents blew through the torn sails of the sunken ship. The souls trapped in the water were clueless on how long it had been there, as if it had always been there. Only one of the theories worked. Azalea's first ever soul manned ship. Went down in one of the fights she had with Celio, and now the souls that manned the boat were trapped in the waters forever.

This gave her the idea to trap souls under the water, to be controlled and kept there for the rest of eternity. When she gave birth to her son, Oceanus, she gave him the task of keeping the souls in line.

The ship was settled on the sandy floor, miles under the surface. A few select souls had made the ship their home. Since they were trapped, they had nowhere else to go. Oceanus watched the souls under the water, hanging off the edge of his small ship. The souls in Oceanum were not very sensitive to currents or disturbances on the surface. Only during and before a storm did they become restless.

And there was not a storm coming today, he thought, looking out at the endless blue sky. The eternal storm cloud was far off in the distance nowhere near his ship. A typical, normal, boring day. No Restless jumping from the water, no swarms of them surrounding his ship. Just a clear sky, and only looking out at all the blue. It was days like today that Oceanus hated the most. With his knack for constant adventure and adrenaline, he might as well die without it.

It was days like this that he wished for a more entertaining crew. His crew now was full of old men and small boys Azalea deemed to not suffer in the waters. All they did every day was listen to him for fear of being thrown overboard. Even if he ordered them to be entertaining, they couldn't even do that.

He silently cursed his mother as he watched the eternal storm cloud. He couldn't even approach it. The eternal was the portal to the Myd, the human realm. Once you entered the cloud, you would reappear in the mortal realm. It seemed that today he would die by simplicity. 

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