09-08-2016, 03:27 PM
He said nothing as he swam.
He had been given leave from Ea to be able to head in the direction of the Island, unknown as to what it would look like, or how it was supposed to be. Nobody gave any utterances, he just found himself nodding at her, and had turned and headed for the coast. And now that he found himself balancing against the salty waves, he took a deep breath and attacked the water as if it were a mighty enemy, the droplets flying off his red-tinged hair as it flew behind him with the wind.
This was the most free—the happiest—he’d felt in years, being able to work his frustrations out as he swam against the current, pounding those muscles, working that anger. He would not let this beat him. His breath heaved as he saw the Island in front of him, his amber eyes growing in his head as he pushed forward even harder to make it to the shoreline.
And when he could once again walk amongst the shells and the rocks that acted as a natural jetty against the more powerful waves, he noticed that here, winter did not hold its grip quite so hard as it did on the mainland. Grateful for this—as he hated snow—he shook his body out of the water and the seaweed that had attached itself to him, unware that by shaking, he only embedded it further into his hair. He turned, shifting his body to look back at the Beqanna that he knew. It truly was no more. This new place, the smell of the salt in the air and the constant pounding of the waves on the sand. It was heaven.
He lifted his barreled chest as he took in the atmosphere, looking about for signs of life from any one of them, wishing at this time that he had still had his wings to be able to make the journey.
One day.
ashley
I walked the path, it led me to the end.