When Two Worlds Collide
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Power is a strange thing.
People believe it makes life easier. They think it brings control—strength, respect, authority.
To them…
Power looks like freedom.
But they never see the other side of it.
Power can also be a prison.
Ever since I was born, people looked at me differently.
Not because of who I was.
But because of what I was.
The child born under the full moon.
The night I came into the world, thunder split the sky above the island. Lightning tore through the clouds as if the heavens themselves had broken apart. The elders said they had never seen a storm like that.
But the storm wasn’t the only thing they remembered.
My mother died that same night.
Some called it fate.
Others whispered that it was the price of the power I carried.
Either way…
I became the story they told in quiet voices.
The chosen one.
It was a title I never asked for.
Power helped me protect my people. It allowed me to stand against the hunters. It made me something they could rely on.
But it also gave me something else.
Loneliness.
The children never played with me.
Their parents warned them.
Told them stories about the storm.
About me.
To them, I wasn’t just a boy.
I was something dangerous.
Something unknown.
So they stayed away.
And over time…
I stopped trying.
Only one person never saw me that way.
Kiara.
She reminded me that I was still human… in the ways that mattered.
But even her warmth couldn’t fill the silence completely.
Maybe that was why I kept coming back to the beach.
The ocean never judged me.
The waves never whispered my name.
They didn’t care who I was.
They simply were.
The beach was forbidden.
The Sirens made sure of that.
Their voices drifted across the water like haunting music—beautiful enough to pull the soul from your body. Any werewolf who listened too long…
Never came back.
Except me.
For reasons no one understood, their song had no effect on me.
Another mystery tied to my birth.
Another reminder that I didn’t belong.
That night, the beach felt quieter than usual.
The moon hung low, casting silver light across the waves. The air smelled of salt and damp wood as the tide rolled in slowly.
Inside my small hut, I sat with my eyes closed, listening.
Breathing.
Letting the silence settle.
Then—
CRASH.
The sound shattered everything.
It wasn’t the ocean.
It was something heavier.
Something breaking.
I stepped outside immediately, my senses sharpening.
The wind carried the scent of salt…
Broken wood…
And something else.
Something unfamiliar.
Human.
My heart skipped.
Humans never came here.
Not unless they were hunters.
I moved quickly across the sand, following the scent.
And then—
I saw it.
A small boat lay tilted against the rocks, half-caught in the tide.
And beside it…
Stood a girl.
For a moment, I forgot how to move.
She looked unreal.
Her yellow dress flowed gently in the wind, thin straps resting on her shoulders. Her red hair shimmered under the moonlight, and freckles scattered across her cheeks like constellations.
But it was her eyes that held me.
Bright.
Alive.
Human.
“Please help me turn my boat!”
Her voice reached me, but I barely heard it.
I was still staring.
“Please help me turn my boat!” she shouted again.
Still, I didn’t move.
Not because I didn’t want to.
But because something about this moment felt…
Impossible.
Then she walked closer and tapped my arm.
“Hello? Are you alright?”
That snapped me back.
“Oh—yeah… sorry.”
She pointed toward the boat.
“Can you help me?”
“Of course.”
Together, we pushed the boat back into place.
When it settled onto the sand, she stepped back, brushing her hands.
“Thanks,” she said, smiling.
“You’re like an angel sent by God to help me.”
I felt something warm rise in my chest.
“You’re strong,” she added, studying me.
I shrugged slightly.
“Yeah… I get that a lot.”
She tilted her head.
“Oh really?”
“What are you? A fighter?”
I laughed.
If only she knew.
And when I laughed…
She laughed too.
For a moment, standing there under the moonlight…
I felt normal.
“I’m glad I made you laugh,” I said.
“Thanks,” she replied.
Then she held out her hand.
“My name is Tracy.”
I took it.
“I’m Konin.”
The moment our hands touched—
My heart raced.
She turned toward her boat, then paused.
“Oh wait… what are you doing out here alone?”
I pointed toward the distance.
“I have a hut over there.”
“I like the ocean.”
She smiled softly.
“Yeah… me too.”
Then suddenly—
“Let’s go see it.”
Inside the hut, she immediately shivered.
“It’s freezing!”
She looked at me.
“You didn’t start a fire?”
I blinked.
Right.
Humans felt cold.
“Oh—sorry.”
I quickly lit one.
Soon, the flames filled the space with warmth.
“With the argument I had with my dad,” she said quietly, “I forgot my jacket.”
I handed her mine.
“Here.”
“You don’t need it?”
“I’m fine.”
She wrapped it around herself and sat near the fire.
“My dad wants me to go abroad,” she said.
“But I don’t want to.”
Her voice softened.
“He says I’ve changed since my mom died.”
Silence filled the hut.
Then she stood and walked toward the entrance.
“My mom used to bring me here,” she said.
Her voice trembled slightly.
“I’d meet her after school… at the coffee shop where she worked.”
A small smile appeared.
“I’d beg her every day to bring me here.”
“She would hug me… then ask someone to watch the shop.”
Her eyes shimmered.
“She used to write my name in the sand… and draw a crown above it.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“She called me her crown princess.”
Her voice broke.
“I was fourteen when it happened.”
The wind grew louder outside.
The waves crashed harder.
“I ran toward the water like always…”
“My mom kept calling me back.”
She swallowed.
“But the wave…”
Her voice shattered.
“It wasn’t coming for me.”
“A massive wave rose from the ocean… higher than anything I had ever seen.”
Her body trembled.
“And it took her.”
Silence.
Only the sound of the sea remained.
“For a long time… I hated the ocean.”
Then suddenly—
She dropped to her knees.
“It should have been me…”
Without thinking, I moved.
I pulled her into my arms.
She held onto me tightly, like she was afraid to fall apart.
“It’s not your fault,” I said softly.
“You were just a child.”
But as I held her…
Something inside me twisted.
Because guilt…
Was something I understood too well.
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