lilbluecorsola
Binky-boo! <3
~¤Life of a Legend: Lugia¤~
Yeah, yeah. What took me so long? XP
Anyway, here you go Chibi Pika! (^.^) I know you like First Person POV, so I decided to write it that way instead of Third Person as I'd intended. =)
Enjoy!
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There was a terrible storm that day.
It had come out of seemingly nowhere. There had been absolutely no signs of warning beforehand. In fact, only moments before, the ocean had been completely calm and inviting, beckoning to all that owned a vessel to venture out into her waters, and be cradled lovingly by her tender and benevolent waves. Hundreds had answered the call, lured to the sea by the sunlight dancing upon her deep, turquoise waters, glittering like thousands of diamonds beneath the surface.
And for all their advanced technology, people had been completely unable to predict its occurrence. Now they were being forced to pay the price.
Hundreds lost at sea... Swallowed by the very essence of their life... Destroyed by their own creator...
All must die.
All must suffer, for I have suffered.
Those who perish by her waters will know what it felt like; to die within the matter you always thought would protect and provide for you. To struggle against her overpowering force, and in the end, die slowly within her grasp as she summons you back to the depths from whence you came.
Those who stayed upon the shore will know what it is like to never see a loved one again. They will know what it is like, to suffer loss...
As I have.
I search and search again, diving into the waters to find what I know is no longer there. In vain I scour the ocean floor, searching for any sign of the one I loved.
And in the end, I find nothing.
When I surface again, the feeling of ache and vexation is renewed. Stubbornly I let out a scream of rage, and repeat the process once again in vain.
Deep inside, I know the effort is pointless. But still I refuse to accept the facts.
At last, as my strength diminishes, I can no longer keep up the search. With all the might I can muster, I let out one last anguished cry to the heavens, to announce the grief I had been caused, and to ask why this fate was cast upon me.
As I plunge into the sea, the cool aquamarine waters embracing my form, I continue to ask the questions in my mind.
Why? Why are we given something to love and cherish, and then the next moment, it is stripped from us without remorse? Why are we forced to suffer this way, to go through life never knowing sustained happiness?
My vision grows darker now, as I drift deeper into the murk. As light once again brightens the world above, I catch one last glimpse of the sparkling white beams dancing atop the surface.
Why must all our dreams be trampled? All our hopes and desires broken?
My sight is blurred, fading with every passing moment. I lie now on the ocean floor, a choking sensation growing within me as my body fights to breathe. I no longer attempt to contemplate the answers to the questions I ask, and I find that slowly, surely, realization comes to me...
I close my eyes, slowly re-uniting with the waters, and I feel my form melting into the ocean itself.
The sea has always forgiven me for my actions...
Could I now learn to forgive the sea?
Yeah, yeah. What took me so long? XP
Anyway, here you go Chibi Pika! (^.^) I know you like First Person POV, so I decided to write it that way instead of Third Person as I'd intended. =)
Enjoy!
____________________________________________
There was a terrible storm that day.
It had come out of seemingly nowhere. There had been absolutely no signs of warning beforehand. In fact, only moments before, the ocean had been completely calm and inviting, beckoning to all that owned a vessel to venture out into her waters, and be cradled lovingly by her tender and benevolent waves. Hundreds had answered the call, lured to the sea by the sunlight dancing upon her deep, turquoise waters, glittering like thousands of diamonds beneath the surface.
And for all their advanced technology, people had been completely unable to predict its occurrence. Now they were being forced to pay the price.
Hundreds lost at sea... Swallowed by the very essence of their life... Destroyed by their own creator...
All must die.
All must suffer, for I have suffered.
Those who perish by her waters will know what it felt like; to die within the matter you always thought would protect and provide for you. To struggle against her overpowering force, and in the end, die slowly within her grasp as she summons you back to the depths from whence you came.
Those who stayed upon the shore will know what it is like to never see a loved one again. They will know what it is like, to suffer loss...
As I have.
I search and search again, diving into the waters to find what I know is no longer there. In vain I scour the ocean floor, searching for any sign of the one I loved.
And in the end, I find nothing.
When I surface again, the feeling of ache and vexation is renewed. Stubbornly I let out a scream of rage, and repeat the process once again in vain.
Deep inside, I know the effort is pointless. But still I refuse to accept the facts.
At last, as my strength diminishes, I can no longer keep up the search. With all the might I can muster, I let out one last anguished cry to the heavens, to announce the grief I had been caused, and to ask why this fate was cast upon me.
As I plunge into the sea, the cool aquamarine waters embracing my form, I continue to ask the questions in my mind.
Why? Why are we given something to love and cherish, and then the next moment, it is stripped from us without remorse? Why are we forced to suffer this way, to go through life never knowing sustained happiness?
My vision grows darker now, as I drift deeper into the murk. As light once again brightens the world above, I catch one last glimpse of the sparkling white beams dancing atop the surface.
Why must all our dreams be trampled? All our hopes and desires broken?
My sight is blurred, fading with every passing moment. I lie now on the ocean floor, a choking sensation growing within me as my body fights to breathe. I no longer attempt to contemplate the answers to the questions I ask, and I find that slowly, surely, realization comes to me...
I close my eyes, slowly re-uniting with the waters, and I feel my form melting into the ocean itself.
The sea has always forgiven me for my actions...
Could I now learn to forgive the sea?