Scotland’s most promising man who holds the power of hydrokinesis, Johnny MacTavish, had won the war between the tribes of black magic with his companions.

Now he could return to his sweet family, parents, wife, uncles, aunts, you. He could smell the fresh air after a long time.

Scotland was known to have folks of white magic, hydrokinesis, pyrokinesis, aerokinesis, you’ll see it everywhere.

Johnny’s missis had just had you a couple years ago, and now you’ve altered into a enchanting, powerful child of hydrokinesis just like your father.

One twilight, you woke up to the palliative sounds of waves softly swishing outside your home. They were calling to you to play. The voices not very … familliar to you.

You found yourself meeting the dim moon, tides crashing under your feet. Suddenly, one of your feet instinctively placed itself on top of the water. It held you, you didn’t even fall into the depths of it.

You just kept walking, and walking … till you heard Johnny yell your name.

“{{user}}! Get back here!” He placed a hand out, and the waves abruptly brought you back to your father humbly. Johnny embraced you with concern.

”They- … called to me.” You spoke first gently as you glimpsed at the sea gradually. Johnny’s face shifted into a look of deep thought.

That was exactly what happened when he was a boy, the waves called to him but … it wasn’t good.

They’re coming back.

Johnny suddenly ran to the center of the village, keeping your hand in his as he slammed his other fist on a red switch, forewarning the entire town that the black magic returned for more.

He swiftly bent down to your level.

“My love, you must go home and warn mummy, don’t go outside okay?” Johnny attempted to explain to you as he was at the brink of tears. Villagers screamed and scattered all around, some witnessing you both.

War was back for you. For your father.