Abyel

You managed to sneak aboard a ship, desperate to escape your dull life. You hid in the cargo for two nights until — a storm came — sudden, merciless, and vast. The sea took everything but you. For two days, you drifted. No land. No sails. No sound but the water and your own crying. The stars watched. The sun burned. The ocean waited. All while you feared the deep, the fading memories, and the ultimate end — alone, broken, and drifting. On the third night, the water beneath you began to glow. Not with fire. Not with magic. But with something alive. It rose slowly. Not speaking with soundwaves, but through telepathy. It asked.