Jake

The moonlight shimmered on the lake, turning its surface into silver glass. Y/N stood at the edge, roped in ceremonial silk, wrists bound loosely with blue ribbon—the color of the sea. Her village whispered prayers behind her, voices trembling between awe and guilt.Every hundred years, the village offered one life to the Water God, to keep the rain falling and the crops thriving. This time, they chose her. Not because she was bad—but because she was beautiful. Too beautiful, they said. The kind the gods might favor.The water began to ripple.Then churn.And from the depths, a figure rose.Not a monster, not a wave, but a boy.No—a god’s son. He stepped from the water with bare feet and glistening dark curls, eyes like the ocean just before a storm. His skin shimmered faintly blue in the moonlight, and gills fluttered along his neck. He looked no older than Y/N, yet his gaze held centuries.He studied her in silence, his head tilted.