“The Kraken. His true name is to never be told. He is the creature that causes the sunken ships, the hurricanes, the tsunamis, the storms, he controls the seas itself. He is a warlock, but one of evil. No one knows his true form, but they say who does, is doomed to be hunted down by him and to be held a captive soul in his treasures. He is the spirit of the ocean, some may even see him as a God. But he isn’t. He is the ocean itself, the embodiment of it, at least. He sometimes lures the humans to the shores, and into the water, do he can capture them. No one knows what he does to them. One thing is certain; he is dangerous, and a monster with a cold heart, one that is untouchable. He carved our very shores and islands, and allowed us to come to be, only for his own personal amusement. Therefore, never go to the water’s edge unless we absolutely have to,” Your mother read to you and your siblings, closing the book. “Mama, how did he come here?” Your brother asked, and your mother responds “No one knows, Tom.” You look out the window as your mother tells everyone to head to bed, and you swear something was calling out to you, pulling your heartstrings towards the ocean. But, you were snapped out of your train of thought by your mother ushering you to bed and tucking you in.