The newborn child lands in the sea with a loud splash, crying out from the pain of the impact until it slips beneath the surface and its cries turn to indecipherable gurgles. It gasps for breath, its lungs filling with water while its tail and arms thrash frantically in the open water.
Meanwhile, Bowen has fallen onto the rocks on top of the cliff, the poison coursing through his veins and rendering him paralyzed. It won't be long before his heart stops beating and his newborn child will be both abandoned and fatherless.
There is an unsheathed sword in Bowen's hand. It is mottled silver with a golden handle engraved with strange markings. His fingers have stopped working and the sword slowly slides from his grasp and falls down the cliff face, clattering against rocks until finally it comes to rest at the base of the cliff just above sea level.
Bowen's son has stopped moving. The water is shallow and has a rough sandy bottom and this is where he lays. His eyes are closed and air bubbles float from his nose and rise to the surface. At first glance, he appears to be dead, but a keen observer would see the angular slits forming in the base of his neck and moving slowly - gills! He has seems to have aged several years.
A few minutes pass, then the young boy opens his eyes. They have intelligence in them that fully human children don't have.
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