Prologue: Politea's Awakening
May 14, 2013
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She was engulfed in darkness. Her eyes could not make out the faintest shapes and her ears were filled with the strangest sound. Sensation came back to her arms and legs slowly, the paralysis fading. Feeling came back to her fingers and toes and she stretched them, feeling ecstasy cascade down her spine. She shook away the dark fog that was clouding her mind. Then, she took what felt like her first breath in a long time.
And then she began to drown as she came to the horrible realisation that she was fully submerged in water. Water began to rush down her oesophagus and then her lungs excitedly looking for another space to fill. She opened her eyes and she felt her tear ducts about to burst. She struggled and flailed her arms. Extreme water pressure pressed on her ear drums with great ferocity. She pressed against the sharp jagged edges that enclosed her in darkness looking for air or an exit. She coughed violently as she tried to expel the water from her lungs. Fear consumed as she realised that she was in her own underwater coffin.
Then she remembered.
Her name was Politea and nothing but the flames of creation could destroy her.
She quieted her panicking mind and released the black energy that had laid dormant in her for years. Stones and clouds of dust flew out of her way in a violent underwater explosion and hit the walls of the darkened cavern. She expelled the water from her being and let her magic run up and down her body. She let the familiar power cradle and embrace her rapturously as she felt crimson and black wispy wings grow out of her shoulders. Her skin took on a white glow before turning to into a red and black corset of scales and a skirt made of rare white sea silk. Her legs were bedecked with the colours of an enraged venomous lionfish and the fins on her calves were just as poisonous. She radiated bioluminescent light from her body like a lantern fish.
As the dust settled, she took in her surroundings. She saw rays of light cut through the darkness like knives. She fluttered her fin-like wings and propelled herself forward to the light. As if waking up from a coma, her memories slowly began to trickle into her mind. She pulled herself to a stop beside a triangular pillar and shielded her eyes from the binding light.
Her heart stopped. Before her was a desolate and monotone wasteland of sand and rock occasionally dotted with red coral. There was no life in the Infinite Ocean, none that she could see for miles around. She bounded forward and eyed the cavern that had almost been her tomb. The gray mountain cut the sky with stunning height. The entrance was all to reminiscent of the jaw of a shark. She was at the Shark's Eye. She remembered that parents would warn their children to stay away from this cave because of the tiger sharks that ate selkies and young Serenians.
More memories returned to her mind as she contemplated the barren ocean around her.
She closed her eyes and concentrated.
Scenes of faraway battles flashed through her mind's eye. She remembered the glow of creation when the Great Dragon and the other gods had created the world she lived in. She remembered the three World Pillars she had been tasked on protecting. She remembered her eternal vigils being punctuated by battles, wars and people. She remembered most recently that her vigil had been interrupted by a woman with golden hair and a strange mask.
"Dafne," she uttered curiously. She repeated it again. It was strange on her lips. It brought pangs of rage and anger to her heart.
Finally, she remembered.
"Dafne!" she screamed vengefully, remembering everything at once.
Her name was Politea, and she was the Guardian Fairy of the Infinite Ocean and the Protector of the World Pillars.
And she was going to kill the bitch who had used her.