I looked up at the sound of Joon’s voice, following his gaze to the bridge spanning the river, where a girl stood at its center.
With her face lit by moonlight, Shim Cheong seemed more goddess than girl. She held a paper boat of her own. It fell from her open palm onto the water. As I watched it drift down the river, I wondered what someone so beautiful could possibly wish for.
I didn’t know then that Shim Cheong was already destined to be the Sea God’s bride.
Now, standing on the boat in the pouring rain with thunder rattling my bones, I notice the way the men keep away from her. It’s as if she’s already been sacrificed, her otherworldly beauty separating her from the rest of us. She belongs to the Sea God. It’s what the village has always known, ever since she came of age.
I wonder if it happens in a day, for your fate to change. Or if it takes longer for your life to be stolen from you.
I wonder if Joon sensed this loneliness in her. Because ever since Shim Cheong was twelve, she belonged to the Sea God, and while everyone might have seen her as someone who would one day leave, he was the only one who wanted her to stay.
“Mina.” Joon tugs my arm. “You need to hide.”
I watch as Joon anxiously searches the uncovered deck for a place for me to conceal myself. He might not care that he’s broken one of the Sea God’s three rules, but he worries for me.
The rules are simple: No warriors. No women, besides the Sea God’s bride. No weapons. Joon broke the first rule by coming tonight. I broke the second.
And the third. My hand curls around the knife hidden beneath my short jacket, the blade that once belonged to my great-great-grandmother.
The boat must have reached the center of the storm, because the winds stop howling, the waves cease their crashing over the deck, and even the rain lessens its relentless battering.
It’s dark in every direction, the clouds obscuring the moonlight. I move closer to the boat’s edge and look over the side. The lightning flashes, and in the brightness, I see it. The fishermen see it, too, their screams swallowed by the night.
Beneath the boat moves a massive silver-blue dragon.
Its snakelike body circles the boat, the ridges of its scaled back breaking the surface of the water.
The flash of lightning dissipates. Darkness falls once more, and all that can be heard is the endless roll of the waves. I shiver, imagining all the awful fates that might await us, either through drowning or being devoured by the Sea God’s servant.
The boat groans as the dragon slides right up against the hull.
What is the purpose of this? What was the Sea God thinking, sending his terrifying servant? Is he testing the courage of his bride?
I blink, realizing my anger has dispelled most of my fear. My gaze sweeps the boat. Shim Cheong still stands at the prow, but she’s no longer alone.
“Joon!” I shout, my heart dropping.
Joon whips his head in my direction, abruptly releasing Shim Cheong’s hand.
Behind them, the dragon rises silently out of the water, its long neck extending into the sky. Seawater falls off its dark blue scales, dropping like coins onto the boat’s deck.
Its black, fathomless eyes are riveted on Shim Cheong.
This is the moment.
I don’t know what’s supposed to happen, but this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for, what Shim Cheong has been waiting for since the day she learned she was too beautiful to live. This is the moment when she loses everything. Most devastatingly, the boy she loves.
And in this moment, Shim Cheong hesitates.
She turns from the dragon, her eyes finding Joon’s. She gives him a look I’ve never seen before—one of agony, fear, and such desperate longing it breaks my heart. Joon lets out a choked sound, takes one step toward her, and then another, until he’s standing in front of her, his empty hands spread wide in protection.
And with just this, he’s sealed his fate. The dragon will never let him go, not after this act of defiance. As if to prove my fears, the great beast lets out a deafening roar, bringing all the men left standing to their knees.
Except for Joon. My fierce, stubborn fool of a brother, who stands as if he can single-handedly protect his love from the Sea God’s wrath.
An unbearable anger rises up within me, starting in my stomach and clawing up to choke me. The gods have chosen not to grant our wishes—our wishes from the paper boat festival, but also the small wishes we make every day. For peace, for fertility, for love. The gods have abandoned us. The god of gods, the Sea God, wants to take from the people who love him—take and take and never give.