a boy drowned and became a god
Author:Kixx Yu Time:2025/01/24 Read: 3858a boy drowned and became a god
The salt spray stung Corin’s face as the storm swallowed his small fishing boat whole. He’d been warned not to venture out, not with the Whispering Gale howling its mournful song, but the lure of the shimmering scales of the moonfish had been too strong. Now, the churning grey water was all that remained of his world. He gasped, lungs burning, and then the cold, crushing weight of the ocean stole his last breath.
Darkness. Not the comforting darkness of sleep, but a crushing, silent, infinite darkness. Then, a sound. Not a roar or a whisper, but a humming, a deep resonant vibration that thrummed through Corin’s very being, even in death. He felt himself…changing.
He opened his eyes. He wasn’t in the ocean’s depths. He was surrounded by a luminous, swirling sea of cerulean and emerald. Creatures of impossible beauty – fish with scales like stained glass, jellyfish that pulsed with inner fire – swam around him, their movements graceful and hypnotic. He felt no fear, only a profound sense of peace and…power.
A voice, ancient and vast, echoed through the ethereal landscape. “Corin, son of the sea, you have drowned, but you have not perished. The ocean has claimed you, and in turn, you have become one with its heart.”
Corin, startled, looked down and saw his hands. They were no longer the rough hands of a fisherman, but translucent, shimmering things, pulsing with the same luminescence as the surrounding sea. He could feel the currents, the tides, the very heartbeat of the ocean itself. He was the ocean, in a way.
He learned, slowly, over what felt like eons, the true nature of his transformation. The Whispering Gale, the storm that had taken his life, had also bestowed upon him unimaginable power. He was now a minor god, the Lord of the Tides, his domain the vast, unforgiving, and yet breathtaking ocean.
He wasn’t omnipotent. He couldn’t control the earth’s tectonic plates or summon sunrises at will. But he could calm the fiercest storms, raise the mightiest waves, and communicate with the creatures of the deep. He could bestow blessings of bountiful catches on worthy fishermen and unleash the fury of the sea upon those who plundered its treasures without respect.
His first act as a god was to rescue the remaining survivors of the storm, leading them back to shore on a wave of shimmering, protective water. Then, he began his work. He shaped coral reefs, guided migrating whales, and whispered secrets to the ancient sea turtles.
He remembered his life, the scent of salt and fish, the warmth of his mother’s smile. But his perspective had changed. He saw the ocean not as a force to be feared, but as a vast, vibrant ecosystem teeming with life, deserving of reverence and protection.
And so, Corin, the boy who had drowned, became a guardian of the sea, a god who ruled not through tyranny, but through compassion and understanding. His reign was long, his influence profound. The whispers of the ocean, once a mournful song, now held a hint of hope, a testament to the boy who had become the god of the tides. For in the heart of the sea, the soul of a fisherman still beat, strong and true.
