(okay, so this is the start of a story I started writing like 2 years ago, so don't judge haha).
Foam-capped waves crept up the golden beach, and the sound of the ocean eased the minds of all the tourists packing up their beach umbrellas and sandy towels to head home for the night. It was peaceful—and seemingly the perfect place for a nice relaxing vacation.
But if someone . . . a more observant person, in particular . . . were to look towards the horizon where the sea touches the sky, they might find that something unusual was brewing beneath the surface of the calm.
Miles beneath the Pacific ocean, something was stirring. Or rather, many things.
They had been feared by the ancestors of the past. Forgotten by the people of the present. But surely, their kind would be unearthed by the generations of the future.
Suddenly a sharp, sucking sound came from far out into the sea. Strangely though, the deafening sound didn’t seem to reach the ears of the last straggling beachgoers. The water spiraled and shot downwards, making a freak whirlpool that all but touched the ocean floor.
Thousands of glowing eyes blinked open at once, staring at the strange movements of the water. It intrigued them. One by one the creatures formed a ring around the whirlpool and started chanting an ancient spell. Only moments later, a fissure started to form on the seafloor.
The ocean was awake.