Rewritten August 2018
It took a year before she was able to reform into a solid form. Pulling at the waves, currents, sea foam, and ocean floors until she was the strawberry blond that stood besides the king. It was horrible. Her form shook and the hard edges of a human blurred and flowed away. She pushed until her golden blood spilled into her very sea. But still she pushed, propelling herself to the first ship she found.
"Ship wreck," was whispered throughout the crew as they lifted her on board.
She passed out the second her foot hit the wood. The image of a dragon surrounded by an R and A stayed in her head and tickled her thoughts as she slept.
She woke to the revolution, bubbling and starting, gathering members. She watched silently for a while, fascinated by the drive to make the world a better place and help their fellow beings. Freedom, the wind whispered around them, choice, the storms churned.
Stepping forward she found their leader, a young man with bright eyes and overwhelming will. His figure and will reminded her painfully of her lost love.
"Please, my son."
She pleaded and to the imposing man. Promising gifts and rewards, the world in return for her child's safe return. He bowed to her wishes, sending his troops out, marking off island after island. In return she followed him into battles, offering her hand to others, and sending each ship off with safe travels.
In the private of her room did she allow her form to tremble, the water in her urging her into the sea, her blood singing to be released from this weak form. She held on, leaving the room with her head held high, hands shaking, and new resolve each time.
Each time Dragon, the leader, the imposing man, moved closer. Offering a shoulder to cry on, a lap to rest her head, arms to warm her cold form, and steady hands to stop her shaking ones.
Years passed. Ivankov, Kuma, Hank, Jonathon, Elisa, and more joined, their bases grew, their revolution growing. The North Blue was searched, each island marked off on the map and another was started. A year passed and soon another. Rogue's heart grew heavy as she realized her baby was nearly four years old now.
She cried months leading up to his birthday. Dragon moved forward, leading on, and during the nights he offered his comfort. Whispered words of assurance, of love, and promises.
It was nearing the end of October that she felt it and felt her form grow cold and pale. Her hand placed gently across her stomach and the ache in her heart grew. Wishing her lover, a safe journey she watched him sail away before turning on the spot. In the dead night she walked back into her domain, praying for the waters to heal her and help her carry her child. This one, she thought, would not leave her side.
It was months later, seven months, in the beginning of May that she gave birth. To early by human standards but too late by godly, she mourned before he was born, scared her trip to sea had hurt him. This babe so much smaller then her first. A shock of black hair flowed in the sea currents, angry cries echoed at the bottom of the sea, and two small fists waved their anger.
"Luffy, my little sunlight. The son of the sea and Bringer of Change."
She loved her little one, cuddling him and whispering stories of her adventures with Roger, and Dragon. She created images of epic battles long passed and of boasting brothers' that sailed the seas.
"But Mama, where brothers?"
"On land," she told him mournfully, thoughts of red and blue hair, of a small face she never saw grow.
"I'll find them." Luffy whispered into her hair.
But that is all she did. Her form wavering between transparent and not, her mind both on her child and spread among the seas. Her form ached, but she had heard tails of mortals dying from seeing a god's true form and she could not chance her son. When her toddling son came close to falling down a trench and the second time almost disappearing into the darkest depths- she knew. Her form bubbling and her heart aching.
Her youngest would have to leave. She needed to rest in her true form, gather the power she had lost with her children, take back control of her seas. Her son was not safe with her.
It was a hard choice to make but a choice that needed to be made. She glided forward through the waves, holding her youngest son in a bundle of blankets. Her eyes glanced down at the sleeping child and caught sight of the deep cut the ran under his eye. Her arms tightened and her journey quickened. Thoughts whirled and stormed in her head, she was losing control, the sea churning around her, storms forming against her orders, and her heart beat loudly in her ears. Her son was hurt, he was hurt because of her, because she could not control the sea anymore. She was to out of touch with her domain, too separated from it, even if she lived in it.
Stepping into the sand, she placed her child carefully into the sand and turned her head towards the revolutionary base that sat so close by. Tucking the blanket closer to the boy she stepped back into the water and let her form dissolve. She'd come back. She whispered into the sea breeze, for him and his brother.
Thus, Luffy woke up alone on a beach. Not that he knew what the beach was. His mother, being who she is, had never let him leave the ocean floor, too scared to lose her other child, like she had lost the first. So, upon waking up on the beach he did what most curious four-year-old would do, he promptly squealed at the dry sand- hot and dry being something he had little to not experience of- scooping it up and watching it trickle through his fingers in fascination.
After a while he stood up taking in the view that stood before him. On the far left was a cliff that cut into the ocean, while behind him his was a forest. He knew none of this, he had seen ocean cliffs before but this one seemed very different and covered in new things that were colors he was not familiar with. But in front of him was also a peculiar sight, he had never seen the ocean from anywhere but in it, and the forest, well there were no forests in the sea, no forest like the trees that seemed to disappear between each other and touch the blue sky.
Standing on shaking legs, his toes curling up at the unfamiliar feeling for coarse dry sand, he stumbled, waving his arms around but feeling no resistance or help. He fell down, kicking up a small thing of sand as he did so. For a moment he sat, unsure what to do, everything was rather different. Nothing felt quite right and he didn't understand why. But, instead of sitting and crying he stood on shaking feet and began to wobble his way towards the woods.
He continued his exploration, putting his hands against the trees and picking up leaves, following small bugs, picking up color flowers and berries, he was so amazed he didn't notice that the ground was mostly dirt instead of sand, and the ocean was much to far away, until his legs grew tired. Looking around him all he could see was trees, the previous wonder and joy replaced by fear as his mother was not in sight.
"Mama? Maamaaa? Maaaa?" Luffy cried out, turning around in circles and screaming louder and louder the longer he couldn't see her.
His brown eyes filled to the brim with tears blurred his vision, sending him to the ground rather quickly. Now his palms and knees were scrapped, something that was impossible in the soft sands his mother had raised him in, making his cry harder. His blue shorts were dirty and itchy and his feet hurt from the dry soils.
Covered in dirt, and small cuts, with tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes, was how the revolutionary officers found him.
