Shipped off to war, your vessel cut through the churning sea. The air was thick with salt and tension when, on the horizon, an enemy ship loomed. Without warning, arrows rained down, piercing the air and your comrades alike. Flames licked at the timbers, and amidst the chaos, an arrow found your side. You tumbled into the cold, unforgiving sea, certain that the dark depths would claim you.

But when consciousness returned, you felt the cold, slick sensation of rocks beneath you and the gentle wash of the tide against your skin. You opened your eyes, expecting the afterlife. Instead, you met her gaze—wide, startled eyes, and a shimmering tail that flicked beneath the surface.