New York was doused in rain. A category five hurricane touched down out at sea. An underwater earthquake followed; tectonic plates shifted; water was sucked away from the shorelines. Warnings were sent to surrounding coastal cities.
A hospital in Manhattan remained unaffected. There was no panic in the air and a bubble of safety around the building. Nurses chatted as they worked, talked about the rain, talked about the storm, talked about the beautiful, haunting newborn in room 316 whose heart worriedly stuttered anytime he was away from his mother.
The room was quiet. The mother slept. The baby, born too late for mortals but too early for anything else, was awake, staring at the ceiling from his cocoon of wires and blankets.
A drop of water ran from the faucet, and as it hit the sink it formed. A Greek God, ancient, powerful and wild, condensed into the form of a mortal. He looked fondly on the woman, before stepping to the cradle and looking down at his son.
Cresting waves met the depths.
"Hello Perseus," Poseidon, the Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses, rumbled, his voice layered with blessings and ancient rites. "Welcome to the world, μικρέ μου Πρίγκιπα των Θαλασσών."
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Book 1 - The Constriction in Breathing Air
FanfictionRejoice. Sing, Muses, of the child; the one of cresting waves; the one of poisoned sight. The one who bleeds red... Sing, Muses, of the Destroyer, of the Hopebringer. (Note! I was just testing out Wattpad's interface with this work and have decided...
