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"The red angel of the sea".
That's what they called her.
Grace had afforded her the most tender of hearts and the wisest of minds. She was a defender of the innocent. A warrior among the dryads of the sea.
She was kind.
Compassionate.
But she was by no means a weak or easy target.
She knew her way around the blade and the trident. Not a single beast or being in the briny deep dared stand up to her.
Or go after those she protected and held so dear.
Man on the other hand was another story. Man knew not of Amelia's mind, of her prowess with the blade, or of the radiant treasure that was her miraculous heart. So when "The red angel of the sea" came upon a fisherman, deep, deep at sea, she was not greeted with the respect and admiration that she had come to expect. Instead, with fear and revulsion the fisherman brought his mighty oaken oar down upon her head.
Oh the pain! The pain that washed over her as she dropped back down beneath the waves. Why she wondered, why disappeared into the darkness below in a cloud of red...
That's what they called her.
Grace had afforded her the most tender of hearts and the wisest of minds. She was a defender of the innocent. A warrior among the dryads of the sea.
She was kind.
Compassionate.
But she was by no means a weak or easy target.
She knew her way around the blade and the trident. Not a single beast or being in the briny deep dared stand up to her.
Or go after those she protected and held so dear.
Man on the other hand was another story. Man knew not of Amelia's mind, of her prowess with the blade, or of the radiant treasure that was her miraculous heart. So when "The red angel of the sea" came upon a fisherman, deep, deep at sea, she was not greeted with the respect and admiration that she had come to expect. Instead, with fear and revulsion the fisherman brought his mighty oaken oar down upon her head.
Oh the pain! The pain that washed over her as she dropped back down beneath the waves. Why she wondered, why disappeared into the darkness below in a cloud of red...