In a realm of unending storms, there existed Esteroy—an island cloaked in mist and rain, where furious waves ceaselessly battered its rugged, stony shores.
Home to an ancient race of shapeshifters.
These beings, born of the sea, lived as seals in the depths, but with the shedding of their sleek, furred pelts, could emerge from the water as humans—masters of both water and land.
Their race was tethered to the mysteries of the tempest and some believe that Esteroy does not exist for no one who traveled there returned and it was similar to the Bermuda Triangle.
One of these shifters was a small child who was waiting for his father Mannanan, King of the sea, to come home.
The sky was cloudy and dark all of the time. A breeze blew through his shirt leaving a strong chill in his bones, but he didn't care.
He watched the horizon as a boat suddenly made its way through the water towards him.
The wavesweeper.
