Death's Daughter

04. The Man in the Beach

Thana's POV

As soon as the caliginous atmosphere covered my vision, I was instantly dragged into a memory. A memory that wasn't mine. A memory that soon enough, changed my life.

A beautiful woman was standing in perfect posture. Bare feet touched the mildly rough and very smooth surface of the beach. She was wearing a beautiful marbel-white one-length chiton, and it shook wildly along with the palm trees.

The cold breeze blew against the beautiul figure, but it soon calmed down to a stop. The waters in front of her bubbled, and rumbled until a head of a man popped in, then slowly his torso, then hips, until he was standing tall and proud on top of the water like it was solid like the marbel floors in a shopping mall. He looked at the woman in front of him, and the voice inside him, spoke "If you were to ask me to save your child... Why me?" He asked all of a sudden even though the woman hasn't spoken yet.

He pointed directly at the woman's belly. "The life of your child is at risk, I despite to even think or say it, but is it not wise to go toward my foolish brother of the Skies for help?" He said, his face blank, I would've been shuffling around with my feet unsure what to say if I was the woman in the beach.