Wave after wave

Always drifting

Drifting away

And it feels like I'm drowning

BORN FROM THE SEAS AND SALT OF THE EARTH, Amila was rushed into existence. Her mother going into labor and having her in under an hour, they didn't have time for any kind of normal delivery. The clean confines of a hospital were far away, as their ship made an unplanned stop in a small Danish village. The expecting mother rushed ashore, her body begging her to expel the child inside her, but she fought every urge in her body, knowing this was no place to bring a child into the world. However, fate waits for no one.

Amila was born on a beach, the salt, and sand at her reach, while waves crashed around her. They say the villagers saw something that morning, something swell up from the depths of the ocean, welcoming the birth of the child, conjuring a storm that no one had seen in hundreds of years. That quiet morning soon became a legendary hurricane, one that would cause the evacuation of nearby fishing villages, one that you could hear crackle for miles up the coast. Homes were flooded, and livestock destroyed, they spoke in rumors and came up with a name for the child, calling her Nixe. A demon born of the depths of the sea brought into the world for destruction and chaos. Amila was that child.

Born not made, Amila's abilities made her newspaper worthy. They called her many things; a demon, monster, a walking plague, but none truly understood the extent of her capabilities. Her parents moved quite often, having her change schools and in doing so she learned how to blend in. She learned when to quiet the whispers in her own head. The pleading voice, soft and reassuring, telling her about her destiny and how all will bow down to the seas. It taught her how to cloak herself from being ostracized, how to smile and laugh and pretend like everything was fine.

The waves dipped and crested with her emotions, and the seas howled with her fears. It wasn't so much as she could control water, as much as the water was an extension of herself. She felt at home in it, yearned for it, and dreamt of it. As much as she denied her urge to be something else, the depths always sang to her, calling for her to return to them once more.

As a teenager, the voices became more continuous and central. Coming from a dark place within her consciousness, it professed its love for her. Stating that in order for it to bore into this world, it would need her help. The voice desired her, speaking her name in such a seductive tone, that she couldn't say no. A magnificent being asking for her will, pleading to her to give it the strength to return to this world and that together they'd cleanse the soil of impurities.

Amila soon learned that this entity wished for nothing more than to destroy the world she'd learned to call home. It wished to kill everyone she cared for, drowning the populous in an attempt to take control. It was then that she realized she was a prisoner in her own body.

20021  Sunny Scribbles |   DC Universe |  Mature-rated  |  Idris Elba Novel

Note:
Y'all I am HYPED about the new SS movie and the new Batman movie. So excited so I jumped on the band wagon a little early but whatever. This book will take place before and during the new film. 🌊