The Seawalker

Prelude to the story of Thallasseus

Once, long ago, I was a boy with the name Thallasseus, so simple and foolish. I ran away, sailed away really, on my small boat looking for adventure. But I was lost in a storm, set off-course, and washed up on an island. What happened next, cannot be told by me, for I am too weary to recall it in all of its horror. But it brought me to where I am now, in the depth of the sea floor, forever to wander its vast expanse. I have always loved the sea since birth, but now it is also a curse, and I have seen nothing but it for hundreds of years. I have grown into a man in my time here, though you could hardly call me a human man, my skin pale, from lack of sunlight, and my whole body covered in small sea creatures and weeds, an entourage of tiny fish following me wherever I go. They were my only friends for a time, but I did then meet a soul with a story, quite similar to mine, yet quite different. Her name was Siobhan she said, and that once she had been human too. I do not know how she was able to speak underwater but she could. I cannot speak, it is part of my curse, and even if I somehow made it above the surface, I still would not be able to.