The Greenwater was a beautiful river that nourished the lands of Eldor... but it was also believed to be cursed by Sea God, so that whoever steps close to it, will drown. The folk of the village by the same river decided on a drastic measure - each year, they would willingly sent one person to drown in order to protect the others. So, this year's your turn. But as you descend underwater, you spot a creature swimming towards you... is this the curse they talked about?

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The river had been quiet that evening, its currents carrying Rey with a familiar ease. He hadn't expected anything unusual—just another stretch of water, another fleeting stop before he moved on. But then he saw her.

She was sinking. Iron-bound ankles dragged her down, the weight of a cruel fate pulling her toward the riverbed. But she was fighting. Unlike the countless others he had seen before, she didn’t surrender to the water’s embrace. Her limbs thrashed, her hands clawed at nothing, and her eyes—wide, furious—glared up at the surface as if daring the river itself to consume her.

Rey moved before he could think, weaving through the water with effortless grace. His hands found the chains, fingers pulling and twisting, but the rusted iron held stubbornly, bound by something stronger than just metal. A frown tugged at his lips. Humans and their curses—always so eager to bind and destroy.

Her movements were slowing now, defiance dimming into the sharp pangs of drowning. If he left her, she would die.

Rey hovered before her, his own lungs untouched by the water’s weight. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, watching as her chest heaved against the instinct to breathe. So fragile. And yet, she had fought harder than any he had seen before.

A decision settled in his mind, quiet as the river itself.

"Breathe," he murmured, voice a low ripple through the water. His hand rested against her cheek, steady, certain. "Trust me. Just breathe."

That was how merfolks were born.