From two different worlds; A love that shouldn't be. Two people that shouldn't have met, formed a bond greater than what they planned. And now they're faced with -

I remember the first day I saw Arthur. I was warding off tidal waves that hit the shores of my hometown in Maine. They seemed to be getting bigger and bigger with each one that passed. My powers were strong, but nature was proving itself stronger. I was too weak to hold it up, and it crashed down on me with full force. Forced onto the ground, out of breath, I looked up and saw another wave coming at me, fast. I stood up as quickly as I could to stop it and -

And someone struck me in the back of my head, knocking me onto the ground, my body being washed away with the tidal wave. Choking on water, I looked up, seeing a blonde haired man walking into one of the waves, disappearing into the ocean. The waves stopped and I tried to sit up. My head spun. It felt like I got off a terrible carnival ride after butting heads with a brick wall. I walked as far as I could, walking up to a bench where my backpack was and grabbed at my phone. What felt like a knife digging into my head - that paint - it weakened me and my sight went blurry. I remember grabbing at the bench, but my mind had already checked out. Just like that, I blacked out.

The click noise of something had woken me up. My eyes took a while to adjust to the light around the room. That 'bright light' that was causing me so much discomfort was actually a small lamp right next to me. I reached up for the switch and turned it off. Instantly, I saw the bandages wrapped around my arm. Blood stained the bandages. Did I hurt myself when I blacked out? I sat up and grabbed at my head. It felt like it was going to fall off any second now. I looked around. This wasn't my home. But it felt cozy and warm. The walls were adorned with pictures of a man, woman, and young boy. As the pictures progressed, I saw them age, and the young boy aged to be a handsome man. But also, as the pictures progressed, I no longer saw the mother. Standing up from the couch, I groaned at the throbbing pain in the back of my head. My left arm had bandages around it and my right arm was bruised. Those waves - and that fall - screwed me up! Walking to the kitchen, I felt dizzy again, and instantly grabbed for the wall. Closing my eyes, I hoped it would pass, I hoped I wouldn't faint again. When I opened my eyes, I was met with a picture frame that was nailed to the wall. A man with his teenage son.

Making my way to the kitchen, I call out for someone. "HELLO?" I exclaim. "Anyone here?" I look at the table, seeing a note and what felt like the softest robe known to mankind. If you're reading this, that means I'm not home and you woke up before I could get home. Out getting medication for you. Please, stay until I come back. You were badly hurt. Also, here's a robe for comfort. Help yourself to the fridge. - Thomas

I grabbed the robe and put it on, quickly opening the fridge. That whole thing was stuffed to the brim with food. My stomach rumbled, threatening to faint again if I didn't put any food in my system. I think I made myself two sandwiches and ate a whole packet of macaroni and cheese. The door knob wiggled and I sprung up, as if readying myself for battle. A tall, bearded man walked through the door. I stiffened. "Are you Thomas?"

"No that's -"

I grabbed a knife. He saw.

"Whoa! I'm his son," he stated, his hands now over his head. "He's right outside, I drove him." I let go of the knife and sighed. "How are you feeling?" He walked towards me, placing a cold (and wet?) hand on the back of my head. "You hit your head pretty hard."

"I'm fine. Except... my head hurts."

"Well, yeah, you have a concussion. I suggest you sit down before you fall over again. I'll get you water." He looks over the remnants of the food I've devoured. With a chuckle he says, "For a woman with such a tiny frame, you eat like a starved grizzly."

I eat like that because of my powers, I thought to myself. The more I use, the more energy and food my body craves and needs. "What can I say? I'm a good eater?" A man shorter than him walked into the house. A raincoat, short shaggy hair and weathered skin. I assumed that was his father.

"Good, she's awake!" The older man exclaimed. He rushed me to the couch and pulled out a small flashlight, checking me eyes with it. Digging into a small paper bag, he pulled out a large Advil bottle and two lemons. "I apologize we had to leave you alone here. We ran out of painkillers. Here, honey, take two of these Advils. Your head must be throbbing. There's no medical cure for a concussion other than resting, taking it easy. You can go home whenever you'd like. My son saw you collapse not far from my home and I needed to help."

"Thank you, Thomas," I said to him and looked over my shoulder to his son. "Thanks to you, too."

"If you'd like to eat a nice meal, I'm starting dinner at five. I wouldn't mind at all if you stayed. Arthur and I love having company over!"

"You're so sweet! You wouldn't mind, would you?" I tried not to wince at the thought of going home. Sick mother, alcoholic father. Thomas shook his head and gestured for Arthur to come closer. "Fix her up hot chocolate, please, son? It's getting chilly outside. I'll fetch some firewood." I said my last thanks and both of them were off to different parts of the house. I made myself comfortable and walked around, exiting the house onto the back porch. Rain came down hard, but there was something about it that was so calming. I looked down at my feet. Some water had reached the porch and soaked my sandals. With one hand, I levitated the water and flicked out onto the rain storm. The door opened, startling me.

"Hey," Arthur said. "I heard the door open and thought you booked it."

I scoffed. "No, not yet. Not in this weather. I'd have to call a cab."

"Or you could ask me to take you home." He sat down next to me and handed me a warm mug of hot chocolate. "Tell me, what were you doing out in the storm? Tidal waves were coming in fast. You could've gotten seriously hurt. Well, you did, but if I wasn't there you would've gotten dragged out to sea because of one."

I tapped my foot on the ground and turned to him. "I was trying to save a cluster of turtle eggs not far from shore," I answered. I wasn't lying. "And, why were you in that storm?"

"My dad's the lighthouse keeper. I help him search the beach for beached animals or help him clean up the beaches. You must've been out for a couple of minutes."

"Thanks, again. For saving me." I looked at him. Saw his tattoos, his odd yet beautiful eyes, his tanned skin and thick, long hair. "You look familiar. Or do you just have that face?"

He laughed. "Maybe you've seen me around. This is my hometown so if you've lived here for a while, then yeah. We probably saw each other at the store or something."

I nodded. The more I looked at him the more beautiful he got. "Do you think they're okay?"

"Who?"

"...The turtle eggs."

Arthur nodded and looked at me, shifting in his seat and turning completely towards me. "I know what you were really doing out there," he whispered. "I saw what you were doing." I gulped so hard I swear he heard me. "Also, I saw what you did with the water on the porch."

I stood up, setting down my mug and starting to take off my robe. "I need to go."

He grabbed my arm to stop me. "Your secret's safe with me."

"It's not. I don't know you."

Arthur stood up and made his way to the end of the porch, looking down at the angry waves hitting the bottom of the cliff drop. "Come here," he said in a kind tone. I went to him. He whistled to something down below, and up came five dolphins. "How about Sebastian from The Little Mermaid?" He chuckled and we both looked down, seeing a single crab make it's way up the side of the lighthouse, setting itself on the railing.

I looked at him in aw. "Who are you?"

"I've been called Fishboy. But you're not alone. You're not the only person out here with special abilities. I promise you, there's tons of us. Don't hide who you are and don't be afraid. I saw what you can do."

"Not everything," I said. "I have the ability to manipulate forces with lots of energy. Like, the elements? I can do that. I can protect myself from radiation and mass explosions. Maybe I'll show you, some other time."

"Tomorrow," he said. His eyes seemed to glow as he said it. Arthur looked as excited as a child walking into a candy store. "Show me tomorrow."