The Ocean's Child

How it All Started

A baby boy was born silent but his eyes that looked like they had oceans trapped inside them held a story that would be soon told, not a sound came from him as he entered the world except a single gurgle of joy when he looked a the shadowed area of a room. Death had been watching this boy's birth, fascinated with how life worked, he had watched over him as he grew up, been bullied and confined to only watching because killing one of the bullies would spook the boy. Three days ago Wyatt had turned sixteen, two days ago he had gotten a boyfriend and death was pissed...also currently stalking the halls of his kingdom down under, nymphs tried to calm him but to no avail, he couldn't find a body that was fitting enough, he also couldn't seem to get the guts to actually search further than who was already dead.

For a god to take a human body, that human must die of suicide or by accident, they must die by either drowning in either a natural lake, ocean or stream, falling from a height from an ancient structure, tree or cliff or overdose of herbal drugs...fun I know. It wasn't like it was easy to find someone who fitted into that criteria especially when you had to have an age of sixteen and be a guy since your human was hella gay and hella cute! The underworld still has stars so maybe it was luck when he saw one fall from the sky, he made a wish and maybe, just maybe, the Titans would allow him this much.

Death ran down the halls, his body...or what the dead could fathom held a joyous presence as he burst into his travelling room, he threw piles and piles of everything ranging from clothes to the ancient literature of humans and maybe the oldest copy of Romeo and Juliet but you could never be too sure. Once he was done packing he got into his carriage just outside the palace, waved to his sister, Hel. "Name: Oren Mortifer, height: 6'0, age: 16, the cause of death: fell from an old pagan ruin into an ancient lake that was fed from the mountains, ethnicity: German pagan but grew up in England then went back to Germany a year ago...perfect" His voice felt like stars shattering and galaxies crumbling, no single word could explain how it felt when you heard his voice. He turned to the light that was ahead of them and eventually the carriage pulled to a stop, he got out and thanked the driver before walking into the light.

With a gasp Oren sat up, he looked around before gagging "Oh my god humans smell so bad when they first die" holding back his want to throw up he grabs his suitcase and chucks on a black turtleneck jumper and a pair of ripped black jeans with some boots "huh....what is wrong with humans?" he spat as he stared at the plainly black clothes which were once the colour of a star-filled eve. Now, it was time to break out of this morgue and head to England and then it struck him...could he even use his powers? Oh he could figure it all out later, grabbing his trunk he pulled out what looked like a small bracelet before throwing it into the air, a burning portal opened up inside the circle which was now wider "Okay great, alright I'm heading to Cornwall, one of my nymphs set me up in his school and apparently I live in the older part of the city..absolutely fricking fantastic" He climbed through the portal and fell out the other side with a yelp, he groaned as he fell to the side, laying in a heap on the floor. Oren had appeared in a decent sized house, it was dark outside and after lots of stumbling and fumbling, he found a light switch with a pot of brewed tea on the table. He scattered around and eventually found the master bedroom, he threw down his trunk before sitting down and running his long ebony fingers through his midnight black hair, looking into the mirror, the most piercing set of violet eyes stared back at him, they glowed against his pale skin and would probably look beautiful if it weren't for the scars that looked like upsidedown crosses which came from his bottom eyelid to his cheeks. This world was different, everyone was born with a simple power and some people would grow up to use their power or not at all and everybody at the age of thirteen could summon a familiar, most was just a cat or dog but some people from powerful families could summon amazing familiars like dragons and demons but he could figure that all out in the morning, this human body needed sleep anyhow. Oren flopped down and snuggled under the covers, his last thought was of the turquoise eyed beauty.

Wyatt giggled and snuggled up next to Arthur, they linked their swinging arms as they walked down the streets of Port Isaac in Cornwall, they had spent all day together though Wyatt didn't feel as safe as usual, everything also looked a lot happier and brighter than usual...he had never witnessed the world to look so bright and all because this was his first proper date with his boyfriend. Eventually, they had to part ways, Wyatt brushed his fingers over Arthur's pale knuckles "I'll see you tomorrow?" Wyatt's voice was soft, kind but years of sepnding day after day at the sea left his words a little rough.
"Of course" the taller male pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. Arthur was from London and his accent was heavy, he sounded posh but his voice only held kindness when he talked to Wyatt. Both boys sighed and parted ways, Wyatt gripped his bike and bag as his bike shifted into a broom.

Wyatt was no stranger to magick, he himself had grown up surrounded by siblings and parents who helped ships stay safe by controlling water, his mother could keep sea weed at bay from fishing lines. Most people inherited magick from their parents, Wyatt had flower magick and water magick although he could only summon flowers, he hated his water, he couldn't control it for it was like the sea, sometimes it was calm and other times it was ruthless and unforgiving so he never used it.

Wyatt gripped his broom tightly "burst" the brush bristled and white lilies appeared in the brush, it flowed softly and small little spots of glowing pollen cane from the end. He took in a deep breath and climbed on, he hooked his bag onto the end and he slowly flew upwards. Wyatt looked down over the small port town he lived in, the pocket watch around his neck seemed to float just above his chest with a soft clink of the chain. He sighed and smiled but his peace was short lived as a speeding smother of screaming blackness shot through the sky and right into him, Wyatt and the blackness that was now identified as a boy fell through the air screaming, their brooms both hovered in the exact crash place that was now above them. His pocket watch popped open and it started spinning backwards quickly as the world warped around them.