"You three are gonna take a swim. I want to see how well you handle yourselves in your own element. How long you can hold your breaths, how you use the water, hop to it."
Arcturus was beginning to get irritated with this Aasen, but he did as he was told. After all, there must be a reason why the old King had appointed him to oversee the training.
Arcturus remembered that he had never actually tried to "hold" his breath under water. He wasn't sure how long he could stay under. But he remembered that it was by accidentally falling into the deepest part of the pond at his family's farm that he had first discovered his power.
On that day, he was fishing alone, a foolish thing to do but but at 7 years old, he had no clue. When he fell, he quickly went under but instead of panicking, he opened his eyes and looked around. He saw a figure clothed in a white shinning robe. Arcturus saw this figure's outstretched hand reach out and touch him on his forehead as if giving him a blessing.
A moment later, Arcturus found himself able to manipulate the water at will.
He spent the next two hours diving, gliding on the bottom of the pond, racing the fish, splashing, and raising little waves of water off the pond.