Crystal Tide

Royal slowly let the clean refreshing water trickle through his fingers. He was in his natural habitat, a clean creek, almost a river. The wet rocks felt smooth to the touch, and small fish darted in and out every now and then.

Despite being 30, Royal didn't look much older than a teenager, maybe 20. So most people didn't take it that odd. He was currently living in a trailer next to a campsite. Surprisingly, he didn't sleep at Beacon, even though he did work there.

Right then, everything was calm. Serene.

Royal felt the water rise, twirling around his fingers, then his hand, and then his arm. He swirled the water up, around his body, before sending it into the air, where it fell back down in a glittering array of drops.

Royal whipped around. "Who's there?!" he shouted. He threw his combat jacket back on and walked around the side of the trailer. He heard a faint scuttling noise