She spiraled down under the current of the water but to her immense surprise, had no difficulty in breathing at all. Despite the crashing waves, she felt, for the first time ever, at ease, at home. Her vision, as clear as ones reflection in the mirror; her breathing, calm, but not from her nose; her study feet, a tail now, that propelled her further! Her tail-fin arising from the waist down, was covered with scales of brilliant blue, like letters dipped in ink, with a fair share of shiny green, like the forest canopy reflecting the sunlight. She was in her world now and she owned it, she ruled it.

Stronger than ever before, she made it rain cats and dogs in the world above, and rattled it by stiring up a tsunami. She, the Goddess of the Sea, was destined to be the means to bring an end to life as we know. She was always meant to be the change, a force that no one...