A young boy was lying in his bed, sick with the flu. On top of his head sat a crown made out of paper and glue that he made at his seventh birthday party the year before. Next to him sat his father, a large, worn out book resting on his lap. His father was reading from it, in a soft and gentle voice. His old and weary voice matched his aged appearance. The man's hair was already growing into a dark shade of gray. The boy, eager to hear the story, tried sitting up to get a better view of the pages. The words were handwritten, and though the boy hadn't learned how to read or write yet, he knew the story was written by his father.

"Read it to me dad," the boy begged his father. The man chuckled quietly, loving how eager his son's eyes looked.

All right, all right," the father agreed, "but you have to promise me that you'll remember what I read to you, it may help you someday."

The boy, not completely understanding, nodded his head fervently, not knowing that he'd most likely forget everything in a few weeks at the very least.

"Okay then," the father said, a smirk ever-so-slowly growing on his face, "shall we start this story?"

"Yes! Hurry up with it," the boy stated excitedly. This time, his father nodded.

And so, the boy's father started reading:

"There was a time on Earth, where humans weren't the only species that were conquering the world. While humans were rulers of land, there was another creature ruling the water. They were known as the water nymphs; creatures that could take the shape of humans on land, and take the shape of water in Earth's seas.

While humans were creating technology to destroy each other with, bombing countries and creating waters, the water nymphs were trying to find peace. Humans never knew of the existence of these creatures, they were only known as myths. Their existence was to wait for the time when a person with the blood of both human and nymph to take on his rightful position as the peacemaker for all of man-kind.

The water nymphs were very unique. They were able to transform themselves to become either male or female. It was one of their many powers, along with the ability to transform from water to human, speak the language of the sea, and-"

"Dad," the young boy interrupted, "was there a king that controlled the water nymphs?" He took his crown off his head and placed it lightly on his lap.

"Ah yes," the father replied, smiling warmly at his son, "I knew you'd ask if there was a king…"

Looking down at the worn out pages, he found the spot he was looking for and began to read again:

"There was no king of the water nymphs, only an immortal queen with the name of Titania. She was the only true female in the water nymph's population, unable to change genders. In her life time, she would have only sons; one ever hundred years. When he reaches the age of 18, he would take on the position of the Silent One.

The Silent One was a sacred position. It was his duty to come to the Cave of Truths when he reaches the proper age. To get there he must go through many obstacles, and once he arrives, the prior Silent One could finally die in peace. Then he must wait; wait for the next in line for his job, wait for destruction, or wait for the chosen one to finally arrive.

It was the Silent One's duty to remain in the Cave of Truths until his death. He was to spend the rest of his life looking through a crystal wall and waiting for the one to arrive. The One was going to bring peace and harmony throughout the world…"

The father looked down at his child and noticed him sleeping. Smiling softly, he stood up, placing both the book and a necklace made of a rare kind of rock on the bed stand. That was the last seen of the little boy's father.