Once upon a time, there was a sword.

The sword was you.

You had two names.

Anaklusmos and Riptide.

You were ancient.

You were old, too.

Very very old.

Despite that, you were smooth.

You were rhythmic.

You were Riptide.

The current that takes one by surprise. And before you know it, you have been swept out to sea.

You will take others out with you.

(oh, don't kid yourself)

You will take her out with you.

Maybe she belongs to a daughter of Athena.

Maybe you belong to a son of Poseidon.

But they work.

Maybe you can, too.