37. Kraken

37

Kraken

In hundreds of years, this had never happened.

Long eons in the deep had sapped it of its strength. And now its vessel was injured, too. Broken and bleeding. Far, far sooner than they usually broke. And not in the embrace of the deep, but under the blinding sun. When it gave the human its own form, the pain and weakness was unbearable. And when it tried to take its own form, it was small. Exhausted. A tangled knot of nightmare and death, burning in the light.

It should not have broken its vow.