My first attempt at telling this character's story...
As my nails, and hair grows-my love for you will follow
He’d rather be doing this. Hanging from the bowsprit of his ship. Staring at the blue, crystal clear water, dancing under the sun. He had been dreaming of something-something big. And it’s here. Under the water, waiting to become a reality. There was never a feeling more exhilarating than this. Not even fighting the wars created by his father, King Daz.
The king is an indifferent, greedy, behemoth of a man, with hair as white as the sun, and eyes more sinister and dark than evil itself. He honors himself more than anything else, and the only individual’s he has ever been known to think highly of are his wives Ivana, Camillia, and Voluspa, and his eldest son, Azazel. Samus was never loved or thought of, only feared…
As he hung on by an old rope, this fact ran through his mind. He could never fathom what was so wrong that his own family would despise and fear him. What it was that made Azazel hate him so much. Was it because he was the Primero Arma and his brother was only Cuarto? That must be it. Azazel is upset that he’s older, yet has a lower rank, he’s envious….if not, what else could explain it?
But there was no time to spend wondering about something that should be trivial. Right now it is about the dream. He wanted to find the black manta ray, as long and as wide as the largest whale, that had been haunting his thoughts since that night. He knew that it had to exist. Nothing appears in dreams without reason, or at least some basis in reality…
And just as soon as he thought this thought, something black appeared and began to grow under the water and before long the entity showed itself. Its skin was like black sand-complicated, old, wondrous. It glowed as it breached the waves, gliding within the line of where the sky and the sea meet. It was grand. It was epic. It was astronomical. And it now belonged to Samus Starbody.
He sprang from his ship, and landed on the monster that had haunted him until now. The waves ran through his fingers and toes like water through a creek, and as they did he heard the song of the ocean. It was everything he could never imagine, it was impossible to bring this sound to his ear without this moment. And he didn’t want to let go of it. The skin of a fantasy felt better than the trigger of a gun. Nothing could change his mind about that.
He rode the manta ray for hours. He did not inquire if it could speak or if it would rather he let go. He did not speak or sing or laugh. He stared at the endless horizon, only deterring his sight to watch the sharks swimming through the sea like dolphins, leaping and watching him. He knew them well, as he did everything else in the water. He was a part of it, and it was a part of him. Both were misunderstood, underappreciated, mysterious, powerful, fragile, iconic, and impossible to conquer.
This is where he belonged. Not in a castle. Not on a battlefield. Not conquering worlds. He belonged here, in this moment, without a care and without pain…He’d rather be doing this.
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