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[August 25, 2008][Tales of Legendia] The Sea Saw it All
Title: The Sea Saw it All
Day/Theme: Aug. 25, 2008 "God lives underwater" (what a great theme for ToL)
Series: Tales of Legendia
Character/Pairing: Fenimore
Rating: PG-13
And someday, I always thought, I'd kick my shoes off and run down to the water with a smiling man at my heels. Fully clothed I'd go splashing into the shallows and when it was deep enough, I'd dive in, my hair glowing like the sea at dawn. The man would follow, glistening like the rising bubbles. And I'd swim as fast as I could, but not because I didn't want to be caught, only because I was so elated and that was the proper way to perform the Rite of Feriyen. When I looked back over my shoulder, he'd be there, handsome and strong, reaching out to take my hand. It was all I wanted. It was all most girls in my village wanted. I would be loved and Thyra would be too and one day our children would play together, growing up in the same little town with the sea at our side watching over us.
But what really happened was the most foul mutation of the sacred rite: an attack by Prince Vaclav and his troops. The village aflame and the soldiers closing in on us, we were forced to flee, some into the woods and others toward the sea.
I wanted to call for my mother- not that she could have done anything to help me. I couldn't stop and yell, there was no time. She couldn't have heard me over the noise anyway. Everything was death. I saw old men and women- beloved village elders- cut down before my eyes. Only the briefest thought for Thyra, visiting another town, passed through my mind.
My feet slapped against the sand as I ran down the salt-splashed dunes. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the conflagration that had once been a lush, green forest and was now a churning eddy of smoke and death. I didn't have time to remove my shoes as I dashed into the water. An arrow pierced my uncle through the neck. I splashed through the waves with all my might, legs straining and arms pumping. A heavy hand brushed my shoulder. I dived into the water and as I ventured a panicked glance back up through the foam, I saw the hideous Orerines was smiling. It was a lusty, evil leer and I started to swim. My heart was pounding so hard, I feared it would burst from my chest. But I swam barely a stroke as the man grabbed my ankle and pulled me, dripping, out from the water.
I kicked and struggled, wriggling as fiercely as a fish before its death throes. My will to live, to escape, to be free, was intense.
It was a useless waste of energy. I was caught.
And the silently judging sea looked on.
Day/Theme: Aug. 25, 2008 "God lives underwater" (what a great theme for ToL)
Series: Tales of Legendia
Character/Pairing: Fenimore
Rating: PG-13
And someday, I always thought, I'd kick my shoes off and run down to the water with a smiling man at my heels. Fully clothed I'd go splashing into the shallows and when it was deep enough, I'd dive in, my hair glowing like the sea at dawn. The man would follow, glistening like the rising bubbles. And I'd swim as fast as I could, but not because I didn't want to be caught, only because I was so elated and that was the proper way to perform the Rite of Feriyen. When I looked back over my shoulder, he'd be there, handsome and strong, reaching out to take my hand. It was all I wanted. It was all most girls in my village wanted. I would be loved and Thyra would be too and one day our children would play together, growing up in the same little town with the sea at our side watching over us.
But what really happened was the most foul mutation of the sacred rite: an attack by Prince Vaclav and his troops. The village aflame and the soldiers closing in on us, we were forced to flee, some into the woods and others toward the sea.
I wanted to call for my mother- not that she could have done anything to help me. I couldn't stop and yell, there was no time. She couldn't have heard me over the noise anyway. Everything was death. I saw old men and women- beloved village elders- cut down before my eyes. Only the briefest thought for Thyra, visiting another town, passed through my mind.
My feet slapped against the sand as I ran down the salt-splashed dunes. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the conflagration that had once been a lush, green forest and was now a churning eddy of smoke and death. I didn't have time to remove my shoes as I dashed into the water. An arrow pierced my uncle through the neck. I splashed through the waves with all my might, legs straining and arms pumping. A heavy hand brushed my shoulder. I dived into the water and as I ventured a panicked glance back up through the foam, I saw the hideous Orerines was smiling. It was a lusty, evil leer and I started to swim. My heart was pounding so hard, I feared it would burst from my chest. But I swam barely a stroke as the man grabbed my ankle and pulled me, dripping, out from the water.
I kicked and struggled, wriggling as fiercely as a fish before its death throes. My will to live, to escape, to be free, was intense.
It was a useless waste of energy. I was caught.
And the silently judging sea looked on.