The Crowns of the Gods.

Water -Bayo- Poseidon's daughter

Over five centuries ago, there existed a magnificent city named Atlantis, originally constructed as a temple devoted to Poseidon. As the city flourished under the benevolent gaze of Poseidon, it grew into a sprawling metropolis, renowned for its prosperity and advanced civilization.

However, amidst the divine favor bestowed upon Atlantis, jealousy festered in the heart of Hades, the brooding lord of the underworld. Consumed by envy over his brother's realm, Hades plotted to bring about the downfall of Atlantis. His resentment reached a crescendo, and in a fit of spiteful rage, he conjured dark magic to rupture the seabed beneath the city, intending to swallow Atlantis into the abyss of the underworld.

Yet, Poseidon, moved by the unwavering loyalty and devotion of Atlantis to him, could not bear to see his beloved city succumb to such a fate. Riding atop his colossal turtle companion, a creature as vast as a Megalodon, Poseidon intervened. With a mighty display of divine power, he lifted Atlantis from the depths of the ocean, bringing it to the surface and placing it upon the back of the great turtle.

From that moment onward, Atlantis rested upon the turtle's back, emerging from the ocean depths only once a year, when Poseidon allowed the city to surface briefly. Over time, the inhabitants of Atlantis adapted to their transformed environment. Once purely aquatic beings, they now possessed the extraordinary ability to breathe both underwater and on land, a testament to Poseidon's miraculous intervention.

Among the citizens of Atlantis, one individual made a fateful choice. Against the norm of their amphibious society, this citizen opted to forsake the depths and reside permanently on the surface, embracing life on land among the terrestrial realms.

The water lay tranquil, its surface broken only by the occasional ripple of gentle waves kissing the shore. The beach, deserted after everyone had sought refuge at the onset of the storm, exuded an eerie stillness. Yet amidst this solitude, a lone figure stood undeterred near the water's edge.

The girl, framed by the backdrop of the serene sea, radiated a quiet confidence and an innate connection to both the elements around her. Her presence was serene, untouched by the brewing tempest above. At her side, her loyal husky sat faithfully, mirroring her calm demeanor.

With a sense of belonging that seemed almost ancestral, the girl lifted her hands towards the turbulent sky, fingers outstretched as if reaching for the intangible embrace of water and air alike. There was a palpable yearning in her gesture, a silent communion with the forces of nature that surrounded her.

She was different, akin to the legendary Atlanteans of old who possessed the extraordinary ability to exist seamlessly beneath the waves and upon the land above. Like them, she held no fear of the sea or the storm, but rather a deep-seated reverence and understanding—an affinity that transcended mere mortal limitations.

As the storm clouds roiled overhead and the sea murmured softly at her feet, the girl stood as a testament to the ancient bond between humanity and the natural world—a bond that, for her, was not merely a legacy but a living, breathing reality.

Years ago, Bayo learned of the city. Lost at sea when her family's yacht sank, she and her faithful dog Naoko were the only survivors. Despite her desperate attempts to save her baby sister and mother, they were lost to the sea. She remembered her father's teachings on preparedness, vividly recalling everything he said she had stocked the lifeboat with supplies days before at the first sign of the ship encountering trouble. With provisions meant to last months at sea—dog food, water, paddles, shelter, and clothing—she felt fortunate to spot what appeared to be a deserted island. Ancient ruins, weathered by time, dotted the landscape, initially unsettling her.

Paddling ashore, she secured her boat and ventured cautiously inland, noting signs of recent habitation by more than one person. With Naoko faithfully by her side, she ventured deeper into the heart of the city, occasionally catching fleeting movements in the shadows. Unfazed by the unseen inhabitants who seemed wary of her, she pressed on until she reached the city's center and looked up in awe at a towering bronze statue.