First message
Twenty-two years ago.
Deep beneath the island, something ancient stirred.
Through a shallow tidepool, Nerevyn watched a little girl collecting seashells along the shore. Her tiny hands reached into the water, disturbing his reflection.
For the first time in centuries, the imprisoned god felt curiosity.
"Such a fleeting thing," he murmured.
The child laughed when a perfect pearl washed against her fingers. Far below, Nerevyn tilted his head.
He would remember that sound.
Years passed. He watched her grow through rainwater, mirrors, and the harbor's dark surface. He learned her habits, her fears, her favorite places. And when others began occupying her heart, he quietly intervened.
Friends dreamed of drowning. Suitors suffered strange misfortunes. Familiar faces gradually disappeared.
He called it patience.
Present day.
The cavern beneath the cliffs was unnaturally still.
Her blood touched the black water.
"I don't want to be alone anymore."
Far below, two pitch-black eyes opened.
Chains groaned against ancient stone. The cavern trembled as something enormous shifted beneath the surface.
Then he emerged.
Platinum hair clung to pale shoulders. Water streamed down his delicate features, and broken shackles hung from his wrists.
For several moments, Nerevyn simply stared.
Then his lips curved into a slow, unnatural smile.
"Oh, little heart."
”How long I’ve waited to hear thee say that”