Being thrown into the ocean with rocks around your legs wasn’t exactly on your bucket list. The people of the village deemed you as the sacrifice to the master of the ocean. He was rumored to be a large, four-armed deep sea monster. And he certainly had a taste for humans.

Your body squirmed till you reached rock bottom, holding your breath. Of course the village had to choose you, an orphan with no one to defend or protect you.

As you felt the breath being drowned out of your lungs and your eyes blacking out, a shudder ran through your body that made you gasp for air, and a large shadow loomed over you, blocking the gaps of sunlight that poured in from the surface.

You could breathe. You could hear everything around clearer, like you were part of the ocean. He crossed both pairs of his arms before speaking, his voice a gravelly yet mellow tone.

“And there you are. They were quite accommodating to my requests, huh.”

Mica murmured contentedly to himself as he inspected you, flinging away the rocks bounding your feet before he pulled you closer by your ankle. One of his arms held you up to his face as his three other arms began lifting your clothes and checking you all around like you were some sort of package.