Dear Daughter,

                             I am sorry my child. You whom will raise Atlantis from her watery grave. For you, my dearest daughter, will be stronger than those who came before you. My child you will be strong enough to take care of any and all challengers. You are MY daughter. You will always have my love. ALWAYS. No matter what may come know that.

                                         Your Loving Father

                                                Poseidon

             This is the only contact I have ever had with my father, if you can call him that. This letter I found  when I was 14 years old and my mother died. I had tried the whole foster family thing. Yeah right, HA! that was a waist of time and effort. So I went my own way. It was while I was going through my mom's thing that I found the letter. She had written my name on the envelope. I couldn't understand why she had kept this from me. Until I was older. I was about 16 when I finally put the paces together. My mother had been murdered because someone wanted me. I was the prophesized Daughter of Poseidon that would raise Atlantis from her watery grave. When I turned 18 that's when they really started to come after me. But I was ready for them. My father's letter was all I had but if people were going to be hunting me, well I would make sure that they got more than they bargained for with me. I am now 22 years old. I am in the water just off shore. On the cost of Virginia. I am getting really tired of people trying to kill me.  But as I have learned, life is a cold hearted Bitch. And anyone who says other wise is selling something. As I float out here in the open water. I feel a sudden calm, and safe feeling take control of me. 

             "You have done extremely well my daughter. Soon there will be a group of men come for you. I will have sent them." A voice said in my head.

              "But how will I know that you sent these men Dad?" I asked out loud. There was no one around for anyone to think me crazy for seemingly talking to myself.

               "They will bare a mark on their right arms a kin to the mark that proves you are my daughter." He spoke to me again and just as fast as he was there he was gone again. But at least I knew now that the end was in sight. I knew I would be able to rest soon. I was quite looking forward to that. To no longer having to look over my shoulder, to finally being safe. But it was getting close to time for me to go and open my bar so it was time to leave. The water had always been a part of me and who I was it brought calm to my chaotic thoughts at times. But duty and work called so I swam back in to the shore and looked forward to the future for once. 

             If only I had known how short lived that hope was to be, I might have saved myself some heart ack. Today's visit to the water had been because of some dreams I had been having I had hoped the water would help me to understand them. But now I had my first conversation? With my father. Maybe the two things were linked. Only time would tell. I thought as I dressed and left the beach.