Between The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea

⚓⚓⚓⚓

It's a given that my list of things that didn't go my way would grow. It was like a child, really; messy, always in my ears, and constantly getting too big to ignore.
What did I know about proper parenting, though? Being alone in a big empty house since the age of ten made it hard to see what good parents looked like. I could only assume good parents didn't disappear, or let themselves be dragged off to an unnamed hospital as their son is forgotten and left behind. That seemed just a little sketchy.
Despite my parents leaving me in poverty at such a young age, they always fascinated me. Like immortals that I couldn't put a face to, but heard about often, or at least remembered. I don't know what pushed me to take the first step out the door of my safe haven house, but eventually I found myself planning to go around the world. The hope was to meet these immortals--find out what happened to them.
In theory, perhaps, but not in practice.
You see, I'd been living under a rock for a good six annums. Actually, they were pretty bad, but that's not the point. As it turns out, a majority of the world is at the mercy of a growing organisation called the Cult, and naturally I should fall into their point of interest.
Nothing is ever easy. Magic is only fun when you have it for yourself. And it's all so much worse when you have no friends and no special skills other than reading like words are necessary substance.
The plan was to find something to better my situation. What actually happened was quite the opposite. Apparently everyday is a good day to Imperialize the Cult.
My name is Cerulean. My situation has made me just a little bit blue--pun intended.

⚓⚓⚓⚓

A much shorter story, hopefully with a sequel, but a story nonetheless. Enjoy!
~Cover by Me~