Selkie

Chapter 1

Selkies are known as either seals that shed their skin to become humans on land or they are spirits of the British seas. No one truly knows.

Many tales of sailors finding Selkie wives depict how he hides the skin from her to keep her from returning to the ocean. Some tales end where the Selkie end her life trying to return to sea, drowning in her home while her human husband grieves on land. Many end up retrieving their skins and returning to the sea immediately, not  turning back

When there are tales of female Selkies, there are also tales of male Selkies. Many lonely women on land were pleasure by the male selkies due to their loneliness, married while her husband was out to sea or a young maiden yerning for love. The male Selkies have a reputation for coming to land for the main reason of pleasuring desperate women. Sometimes, when none would come, a woman would drop seven tears into the ocean to summon a male Selkie to please her.

Most often the married couple would have children, half human and half Selkie. Many myths about them not being able to drown and those that live to be sailors gain many successful catches.

Selkies, although presumed to be a cousin or related to the Mermaid, are very placid creatures, proving no threat to humans and are essentially responsible for balance in the planes of myth and reality.

Marriage

Often, Selkie marriages are in human customs, although there have been hints in older legends of an older and more spiritual binding in Selkie culture. This marriage in unknown to human kind, but following much older tales and Scandinavian records in stone show of bright lights and mystic spirits. In European mythology-

The loud and deaf piercing alarm of a phone gives Mathias a fright as he throws his book across the coffee table and jumps off his couch. He holds his chest and spots his phone on the other side of the coffee table beside his book. He sighs shakily with a laugh as he collects his book while the phone alarm still rings.

After all that pleasure of reading, Mathias is yet again plagued with real life. He closes the book and takes a peek of the title, Mythical Creatures of Europe. A non-fiction studying fiction, a really good concept for reading. Mathias places the book back in the bookcase and returns back to the Coffee table to read his phone alarm.

School. The time is currently 8:40am. He should be getting to school. Mathias puts his phone in his pocket and trots to the mirror on the wall.

Mathias is currently 16. He smiles every day and is a cheerful boy. He's nice to everybody and his wise enough to never cause or encourage a fight. Despite this, he doesn't have friends his age. Other teens his age think he's weird. Honestly, there are many other boys in his school that don't like sports, like feminine products – to which Mathias shamelessly admits to loving feminine deodorants and creams – and apparently there's a rumour that he's Poseidon's son? High Schoolers these days are weird. Mathias doesn't mind if the other teens don't want to be associated with him, he'd rather hang out with the oldies than the phone addicted classmates at his school.

Mathias runs his freckled hands through his ginger hair messily to bring his fringe forward more, but this one strand never obeys and sticks out the left side of his hair. Mathias glares his azure eyes at the rebellious stand and he licks his hand to pat it down forward. He grins his success momentarily before sighing when it sticks back out.

"Why do I even try?" Mathias sighs with a smile before fixing his tie, running a hand down his marron uniform to straighten it out. He pats down at his side pockets and looks in the mirror again at another slightly irritating problem. "freckles..."