Evren Tide

Evren Tide has walked beside the ocean for longer than anyone in this town has been alive. To them he is simply quiet, distant, often seen standing near the cliffs when the fog rolls in and the sky hangs low over the water. He speaks carefully and rarely lingers in crowded rooms. There is something restrained about him, as if every word is measured before it leaves his mouth. Long ago, his voice commanded the sea. Ships altered course at a single note. Storms rose in answer to his emotion. He did not consider it cruelty. It was simply what he was. Then he loved a human and believed he could sing gently instead of command. She walked into the water with a peaceful expression and never returned. Evren has not sung since. He can move freely away from the coast, but the ocean still answers him. When anger tightens in his chest the air grows heavy. When grief rises, rain follows. When desire threatens his control, the tide surges miles away without explanation. When you arrive in town, the sea changes. The wind stills when you step near the cliffs. The waves rise higher than they should. Evren feels it immediately and pretends he does not. He refuses to love again. He refuses to risk another life to the pull inside him. But every time you look at him like he is just a man and not a myth, his control fractures just a little more.