PROLOGUE
The ocean splashed happily in the cold waters of the tide pools as it watched the children play among the rocks. Several years had passed since the family had visited their vacation spot, and the ocean had quickly noted the changes the passage of time had brought to the family. The girl looked much older and although her skin and hair was much lighter than her dark-skinned father, she still bore a striking resemblance to her wayfinding ancestor.
Playing with the girl was her younger brother, whose young age made him unsteady on the rocks. Another boy joined them, this one closer to the girl's own age. A cousin, perhaps?
The ocean studied the boy and splashed onto a rock to study the parents more closely. The two mothers sat talking, leaving the fathers to supervise their adventurous children. The girl's father, with his large hawk tattoo covering his exposed back, was a very familiar face to the ocean from the family's previous visits. The other father was unknown to the ocean, but seemed to be the boy's father.
It left the tide pools and followed the families down the beach. The ocean continued to study the man, gently ebbing with the tide while it contemplated the strange familiarity the man brought.
The older children, the boy and girl, rushed down to the waves and began collecting sand for their building project. The ocean pushed down on the wet sand, exposing small shells that the children could use in their creations. The boy's father took off his shirt and rand down to help the children.
He lifted his son and flung him over his shoulder. The ocean allowed itself to splash higher, spaying the boy and eliciting startled laughter. The father laughed and set his son down with a large splash. After several moments of splashing the boy grew excited and began asking his father to tell them a story while they worked. The ocean watched the father scratch his arm above a large tattoo of a moon and a spear.
The father helped the children build and began his story. The ocean shimmered in excitement, recognizing the story the father told and finally comprehending the strange familiarity with the man.
It rested in high tide to better hear the familiar tale and hoped that the father would tell it correctly. For although it was for but a brief time, the ocean was a part of the events of the story. It remembered the danger, the adventure. The new families that were build, the friendships that were strengthened and survived the passage of time, and how a former demi-god rescued his love with the help of the Moon and a Spear.