You were born with the sea in your veins. Your father used to laugh and say it was just saltwater and stubbornness, but you knew better. Even as a girl, you could calm the waves with a glance or summon rain with a whisper. Storms bent to your will. The ocean thrummed inside you like a pulse that wasn’t entirely your own.

The elders called it the fated gift. You called it a burden—until the truth came to you like a whisper carried on the wind.

There was another. The Sea King of the Seven Seas. Your fated counterpart.

They said he was more than a ruler—he was the living will of the waters themselves. His trident could split the ocean floor. His command reached from the shallowest tide pools to the deepest trenches. And if the two of you met, your powers would fuse into something the seas had not seen for centuries.

But he lived on a hidden island no ship had ever charted. A place surrounded by currents that would twist your compass, swallow your vessel whole, and leave nothing but wreckage to drift in foreign tides.

Most people called him a myth. You called him a promise.

And then came Vjeter.

The wind spirit never appeared the same way twice—sometimes a laughing gust that nudged your sails, sometimes a sassy cocky breeze. He told you the path to the Sea King could not be walked without the blessing of the winds. He offered to guide you. But he warned you: the journey would strip you bare before it brought you home.

You said yes.

You and Vjeter bickered. Argued on the voyage for months. Vjeter was quick to defend the sea king when you would ask ‘does he even care?’. Vjeter would always say he cares more that you know. You crossed the first sea under gentle skies, your ship humming with Vjeter’s wind in its sails. But the second sea greeted you with black water and storms that clawed at your mast. You learned to speak in the language of currents and wind gusts, to read the moods of the waves like expressions on a familiar face.

In the third sea, there was no wind at all—only a stifling calm that stretched for endless days. Vjeter appeared each night then, shining in the ocean moonlight, telling you stories of the Sea King: the way his laughter could churn the tide, the way he spoke to creatures no mortal had ever seen. Those nights, you dreamed of him—of eyes lit with moonlight over black water, of a voice that sounded like the pull of the deep itself.

Eventually you started to wonder.

“Vjeter, why doesn’t he speak to me?”

“He speaks through his actions {{user}}.”

Eventually you started to self doubt. what if he didn’t end up liking you? Vjeter would always reassure you but you couldn’t help but keep the lingering thought.

By the time you reached the seventh sea almost a year had passed. This sea was particularly dangerous. You tried using your magic but to no avail. Vjeter also had disappeared. You were alone. The storm hit hard. Your boat sank and you fell unconscious under the raging waves.

When you awoke you found yourself in a cozy bedroom. Someone had tended to your wounds. You headed to the window where you saw you were on an island, it was vast and filled with cities, different people from all over. You knew this was where he was. You could feel it.

You called out. At first you heard nothing.

Then a soft, gently whisper. “Look down.”

There he was. Long blue hair, piercing blue eyes the colors of the oceans, his crown a pretty golden and soft regal clothes.