The serpent fleet thought the Abyss Dragon was alone.
That was their first mistake.
For nearly an hour, the ancient dragon had fought above the Blackwater Trench while enemy leviathans surrounded it from every direction.
The sea had become a battlefield.
Warships shaped from black coral cut through twenty-foot waves.
Armored sea serpents twisted between them.
Wyvern-like ocean predators circled overhead before diving into the surf like living spears.
At the center of everything was the Abyss Dragon.
Its scales were darker than the water beneath it.
Turquoise light pulsed between the armored plates along its neck.
Every time it opened its jaws, a blast of concentrated ocean energy tore through the serpent fleet.
But there were too many.
Commander Vaelor knew it.
That was why he kept sending more.
“Drive it toward the trench!”
Black flags rose across the serpent fleet.
Drums thundered.
Three enormous leviathans attacked together.
The first wrapped its body around the Abyss Dragon’s tail.
The second struck its left wing.
The third lunged for its throat.
The dragon roared.
A wave exploded outward.
Two enemy ships rolled sideways.
Men disappeared beneath the foam.
But the leviathans held on.
Chains fired from the largest warship.
They wrapped around the dragon’s wings.
One.
Two.
Then six more.
The Abyss Dragon fought against them.
The ocean itself seemed to shake.
Still the serpent fleet pulled.
Vaelor stood on the bow of his flagship and raised his trident.
“Bring it down!”
The crews shouted.
The chains tightened.
The Abyss Dragon crashed into the sea.
Water rose higher than the masts.
For several seconds, the dragon disappeared beneath the surface.
Vaelor smiled.
Then the ocean behind him began to rise.
Not a wave.
A wall.
Thousands of feet of seawater lifted vertically into the sky.
Every sailor turned.
At the top of that impossible column stood Nerissa.
The Tide Goddess.
Her silver-blue hair moved as though she were still underwater.
A crown of shell and pearl rested above her brow.
Turquoise light streamed from both of her hands.
Behind her, the water twisted into the shape of enormous wings.
Vaelor’s smile vanished.
“Nerissa.”
She looked down at the serpent fleet.
“You came too close to the trench.”
Vaelor shouted:
“Fire!”
Ballistae released.
Harpoons flew.
Nerissa lifted one hand.
The wall of water curved.
Every projectile stopped inside it.
For one second, hundreds of spears and bolts hung suspended in the sea around her.
Then she closed her fist.
The weapons shattered.
The serpent fleet fell silent.
Below, the Abyss Dragon broke through the surface.
The chains still covered its wings.
Nerissa descended.
The ocean moved with her.
She landed on the dragon’s back and touched one glowing scale.
The ancient creature stopped struggling.
Their eyes met.
Something passed between them.
Not speech.
Recognition.
Nerissa whispered:
“One more time.”
The dragon’s turquoise glow intensified.
So did the light around Nerissa.
Vaelor understood what was about to happen.
“Scatter!”
Too late.
Nerissa pulled the entire wall of seawater forward.
The Abyss Dragon opened its jaws.
Ancient energy erupted.
The two forces merged.
Water and dragon power became a single turquoise spiral.
It raced across the ocean.
The first leviathan disappeared inside the blast.
The second was thrown completely over a warship.
The third tried diving beneath it.
The energy followed.
Then the wave struck the fleet.
Ships spun sideways.
Coral armor cracked.
Serpent riders were thrown from their saddles.
The ocean became a storm of turquoise light and white water.
For several seconds, nobody could see anything.
Then the blast passed.
Silence followed.
Half the fleet was gone.
The survivors drifted across a glowing sea.
Nerissa stood on the Abyss Dragon’s back.
Commander Vaelor struggled to his feet.
His flagship had lost one mast.
Two of his leviathans were missing.
The remaining sea dragons were circling wildly.
Then one of them screamed.
Not in pain.
In fear.
It turned away from the battle.
Its rider pulled the reins.
“Stop!”
The creature ignored him.
It fled.
Then another sea dragon did the same.
Then three more.
Vaelor stared.
“Where are they going?”
Nobody answered.
Within seconds, every surviving sea dragon was moving away from the trench.
Even the serpent fleet’s largest leviathan released the Abyss Dragon and disappeared beneath the waves.
That was when Nerissa noticed something else.
The ocean had become completely still.
No waves.
No wind.
No foam.
Nothing.
The sea looked like glass.
Vaelor lowered his trident.
“What did you do?”
Nerissa shook her head.
“I didn’t do this.”
The Abyss Dragon slowly turned toward the trench.
Its body became rigid.
Nerissa felt it immediately.
Fear.
She had fought beside the dragon for years.
She had seen it attack entire fleets alone.
She had watched it dive through underwater volcanic vents.
She had watched it tear apart armored leviathans twice its own length.
She had never felt fear from it before.
Now the dragon refused to move.
“Dive,” Nerissa whispered.
Nothing.
She touched its neck.
“Take us below.”
The Abyss Dragon stepped backward in the water.
Nerissa froze.
It was refusing.
Vaelor saw it too.
His face changed.
“The Abyss Dragon won’t enter the trench.”
Nerissa looked toward him.
“You knew something was down there.”
“No.”
“Liar.”
Vaelor said nothing.
Nerissa stepped off the dragon and walked across the motionless sea as though it were polished stone.
The water beneath her feet turned transparent.
She looked down.
At first, she saw only darkness.
Then the darkness moved.
A shadow appeared far below.
Too deep to identify.
Too large to understand.
It was rising.
Nerissa stopped breathing.
The shadow expanded.
One hundred feet.
Five hundred.
A thousand.
It kept growing.
Vaelor moved closer to the edge of his ship.
His surviving sailors gathered behind him.
“What is that?”
Nobody answered.
The Abyss Dragon backed away again.
Nerissa looked toward the trench.
The water had become unnaturally clear.
She could see farther down than should have been possible.
And beneath everything was the shape.
Not a dragon.
Not a whale.
Not anything she recognized.
The shadow was larger than the entire battlefield.
Its edge passed beneath destroyed ships.
Then beneath Vaelor’s flagship.
Then beneath the Abyss Dragon itself.
Someone on the serpent fleet whispered:
“That cannot be one creature.”
Nerissa wanted to agree.
Then the shadow blinked.
A vast line opened in the darkness.
An eye.
Pale green.
Impossible in size.
Vaelor stumbled backward.
“No.”
Nerissa turned toward him.
“You recognize it.”
He shook his head.
“No.”
“You do.”
The eye beneath the sea shifted.
It looked directly at the Abyss Dragon.
The ancient dragon roared.
But this time the sound was not a challenge.
It was a warning.
Then it turned.
The Abyss Dragon began swimming away from the trench.
Nerissa stared.
For the first time in its life, the creature was retreating from the ocean itself.
That frightened her more than the eye.
“Vaelor.”
He did not answer.
She crossed the water toward his damaged ship.
“What is beneath us?”
His sailors raised weapons.
Vaelor lowered his trident.
“Don’t.”
They stopped.
Nerissa looked at him.
“You came here with an entire fleet.”
His expression tightened.
“You weren’t hunting the dragon.”
Silence.
“You were guarding the trench.”
Vaelor finally spoke.
“We were supposed to keep everything away from it.”
Nerissa looked toward the destroyed fleet.
“You attacked us.”
“Because the Abyss Dragon kept circling the entrance.”
“Why?”
Vaelor stared at the retreating dragon.
“Because it knows.”
“Knows what?”
The trench released a sound.
Deep.
So deep that Nerissa felt it through the soles of her feet rather than hearing it.
Every surviving sailor dropped to one knee.
The water trembled.
A circular ripple spread outward across the perfectly flat ocean.
The Abyss Dragon roared from far away.
Nerissa turned.
“What is it?”
Vaelor closed his eyes.
“The First Deep.”
Nerissa stared.
“That is a myth.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“It is the reason the myths exist.”
The enormous eye vanished beneath the dark.
The shadow continued rising.
Nerissa looked toward the horizon.
The serpent fleet had already begun retreating.
Nobody had ordered it.
Sailors were simply turning their ships.
One by one.
Even Vaelor’s officers had stopped waiting for commands.
They wanted distance.
“What wakes it?” Nerissa asked.
Vaelor looked at her.
“Energy.”
Her face changed.
The turquoise blast.
The combined attack.
They had sent an enormous wave of power directly across the trench.
Vaelor understood what she was thinking.
“That weapon woke it.”
Nerissa whispered:
“No.”
“Yes.”
The ocean below them brightened.
Not turquoise.
Not blue.
A deep green glow spread upward from the trench.
Then something enormous touched the underside of the surface.
A curved shape.
Like armor.
Or bone.
It stretched farther than Nerissa could see.
The water rose around it.
Thousands of gallons lifted without breaking.
Nerissa returned to the Abyss Dragon.
The creature was still refusing to dive.
She placed one hand against its head.
“You’ve seen this before.”
The dragon closed its eyes.
A memory flashed into her mind.
Not hers.
Its.
An ancient ocean.
No ships.
No kingdoms.
No serpent fleets.
The Abyss Dragon was young.
Dozens of creatures like it were swimming together.
Then darkness rose from below.
One by one, the dragons disappeared.
Nerissa pulled her hand away.
Her face had gone pale.
Vaelor shouted from the flagship:
“What did you see?”
She looked at him.
“The Abyss Dragon wasn’t born alone.”
Vaelor frowned.
“What?”
“There were others.”
“How many?”
Nerissa stared at the trench.
“Hundreds.”
Silence.
“And that thing killed them.”
The sea beneath them bulged upward.
The first section of the creature finally broke the surface.
It looked like an island rising vertically from the ocean.
Black.
Ancient.
Covered in pale lines that glowed from within.
Nerissa stepped backward.
The Abyss Dragon roared.
Then, from deep beneath the water, something answered.
Not one voice.
Many.
Vaelor’s sailors began screaming.
More shadows appeared around the main shape.
Smaller.
But still enormous.
Nerissa looked down.
There was not one creature rising from the trench.
There were several.
The serpent fleet had thought the Abyss Dragon was alone.
They had been wrong twice.
Because the dragon was not the only ancient power in the ocean.
And whatever was climbing from the deepest trench had been sleeping since before the first human kingdom ever touched the sea.
Nerissa raised both hands.
The ocean responded weakly.
For the first time, even she felt resistance.
The water did not want to obey.
Something below was pulling it away from her.
The Abyss Dragon turned toward the horizon.
Nerissa looked at Vaelor.
“Run.”
He stared.
“What?”
“Take every surviving ship and run.”
“And you?”
She looked toward the trench.
The first enormous ridge of the creature continued rising.
“I need to know why the Abyss Dragon remembers this thing.”
Vaelor’s face hardened.
“If you stay, you die.”
Nerissa looked at the ancient dragon beside her.
“Then we find the answer quickly.”
The eye beneath the surface opened again.
Closer now.
Far closer.
And this time, Nerissa saw something reflected inside it.
A symbol.
The same symbol carved into the oldest shrine beneath her underwater temple.
A symbol nobody had been able to translate for a thousand years.
Until now.
Because she finally understood what it meant.
It was not the name of a god.
It was a warning.
DO NOT WAKE THE DEEP.
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