Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The shores of the beach on the west side of the island, though calm and gentle most mornings, find a strange disrupt in it's waves. A young man older in life than in years, rows a wooden boat to shore, arms exhausted from an impossible voyage. He hops out and walks the boat to the sands, throwing himself to lie down. He lays there dressed in rags, feet bare, with a sword, a wonderful sword rested at home in it's sheath on his back. The handle covered in gold, it's craftsmanship chipped and scarred from decades of battle, decades preceding his birth. The faint design of a detailed lightning bolt only barely visible now on the handle.

 

The young man rises to his feet, panting for breath. He pushes his hair away from his face. He feels the mist of sea grace his face. His heart slows, finally, as he closes his eyes lost in the melody of sea brushing against land. He extends his arms, showering in the morning sun. Breath calm now, steady, at peace. He whispers to the wind, "Today is a new day."

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[E.j.aka.Hannah]

I love the phrase you created: "older in life than in years". It makes my heart ache the second I read it. Good job> :) I cant wait to read more.