Copeland held the Trident tightly, sitting on the rock and crossing her legs, looking out over the sea.
She didn't know how to wield this weapon like her dad and grandfather, she didn't know how to control her power without bringing harm to someone close by.
She was a pathetic excuse for a goddess, she couldn't be who everyone thought her to be, she was no granddaughter of the sea god, she was just a small teenager, hair as fiery as her personality and eyes the color of mocha, she wasn't anything, couldn't control more than a glass of water how on earth was she supposed to command the seas?
Copeland whimpered and laid down on the rock, looking at the calm sea, at the moon which was raised overhead, bathing her in pale light while stars twinkled overhead.
She would never be a goddess.
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Angst and Death.
RandomOne shots about mine and my friends RP characters because why not. (I can think of many reasons but lets proceed) Sammy don't kill me for the angst mkay? ((Trigger warnings: Blood, death, gore, Abusive families and partners))
