Chapter 1: The Deepest Dive Lena had always been drawn to the water. It wasn’t just the way it glistened under the sun or how it tasted of salt when it splashed her face—there was something almost magical about how it made her feel weightless. From a young age, she knew she was born to swim. Every morning, she’d wake before dawn, slip on her suit, and head to the old, quiet pool at the edge of town. It was a place few people ever visited, but for Lena, it was where she could lose herself completely. The rhythmic slosh of the water, the sound of her breath in time with each stroke—it all became one. But on this particular morning, something felt different. The air was heavy, and the water was colder than usual. Lena had swum in this pool a thousand times, but today, there was an unfamiliar weight to it. She dove in with ease, the familiar coolness wrapping around her. But as she swam deeper, her movements grew sluggish, and the water seemed to pull at her—strange, almost unnatural. She paused, floating in the dark depths of the pool. The sound of her heartbeat filled her ears. Slowly, a figure appeared in the corner of her vision—barely there, just a shadow moving against the current. Lena’s pulse quickened. She wasn’t alone. A whisper bubbled from the depths, but it wasn’t a voice. It was a call, ancient and echoing, urging her deeper. Lena wasn’t sure if it was fear or fascination that drove her forward, but she swam after it. The further she went, the harder it became to breathe, the pressure mounting in her chest. But she couldn’t stop now. The shadow was closer. At the very edge of her limits, Lena broke through to the surface with a gasp. The pool was quiet again, as if nothing had happened. But Lena could still feel it—an unshakable pull beneath the surface, calling her to return. Something had changed. She was no longer just a swimmer. She was something else entirely. Chapter 2: The Current’s Call The days that followed were filled with unease. Lena continued to swim, but it wasn’t the same. The water no longer felt familiar, no longer welcoming. Every stroke felt like it was pulling her closer to something unknown, something powerful. Her dreams, too, had shifted. Night after night, she found herself in the same place—beneath the waves, weightless, yet tethered to the ocean floor. Shadows danced around her, flickering like ancient memories, but she couldn’t remember who they were. There was only the call, distant and clear, pulling her further into the depths. It was during a swim one evening that Lena finally understood. As she swam further out than she ever had before, the water around her seemed to shift in a way that made her pulse race. The current was different, more forceful, as if it recognized her—acknowledged her as something it had been waiting for. And then, she saw it. Rising from the depths was a massive shape—a silhouette, faintly glowing, its form majestic and terrifying. It moved like it was alive, like it had been slumbering for centuries, and Lena was the one who had awakened it. She could feel its presence now, not just in the water, but within herself. She was tied to it.
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