My people believe it is every fiber that keeps our world alive. It was no mistake that our world came crashing down when the new world shifted. It took sometime to get used to, however we evolved. Something humans have done for centuries was finally bestowed upon a small cluster. My home was lush with forest and perfect springs. This was a place any child would be born into peace. We were ahead of our time, we made flying machines and even harnessed energy from the earth to heal the wounded.

Our science was rumoured to defy god and our greed is what doomed us, but we survived. I was the first of my kind born... or at least to exist. I was born without breath. I did not cry nor did I move, I was born a dead child. The first to have been born within the new world only to die before life began. My parents having already angered the gods by just being a part of our society begged for forgiveness and the future for my life. It was I that brought our people here.

All but a single god ignored my families plea. It was Poseidon that responded. He, in return for my life was granted power over our city. I was given the right of life, Little did my parents know I was no longer their kind. I, lost daughter of Poseidon was given a gift.

The gift was perfection. Perfection as human was limited only by what we could and couldn't do. We could not live forever. We could not even give birth without failure. Poseidon took me and rose me as his own. I was named Mana. The name was more of a cruel joke really, He felt it reminded them of what they'd done. They believed so much that mana was the source of all life and power. They even harvested it from the most scared of places only fit for the gods. This was a punishment they much well deserved.

When my city finally fell as did those within it. I brought them life. Life within the sea, so they could be a part of us. Their joy did not translate the way I'd have liked, many died and more suffered, but eventually some listened to our words and they too evolved. They were given new bodies ones that better suited their new lives. One thing father neglected to mention was he was quite good with cruel jokes. Each of those that defied and cursed the gods was not blessed but instead punished yet another time.

Rather than a body of perfection capable of both breath above and below water, they were given those of a normal fish. For this they cast me away. My family in particular, that of the family I would've been a part of, was turned into a school of clown fish, I might soon grow tired of his jokes. While I did love clown fish, as they are my favourite, I did believe deep down that Poseidon might spare the family that originally birthed me. Instead my mother and father ran away hiding in a reef. It took years of coaxing but I think they are finally comfortable with their new existence. I sometimes visit them. I learned how to harness mana into giving me the ability to change form. I ironically picked the form of a clown fish, not because I favoured them but because I felt I owe it to my people... my parents, to be a part of their lives.

Please accept my gift...

As a present I offer to you freedom from all misery. Safety from all pain, and I grant you with the gift of eternal life. Come with me and live beneath the sea..