Saving the Assassin Prince

My sea

Aerwyna

With a loud crash, the rolling waves smash against the coast, the cool spray hitting my face. A warm eastern wind whips my hair about my face. Nothing pleases me more in the world than spending the day by the exquisite oceanside. The crash of waves, the cry of hungry seagulls, the mournful howl of the wind, and of course. The finely crushed sand, squishing between my toes.

I sigh into the wind as another wave sends its spittle. I close my eyes and revisit the memory of being under the waves as they roll by. It's a fond memory, that I relive every time I go back to the cottage. My eyes glaze with tears as I think of my mother, whom I lost many years prior to these exact waves. If I was normal, I would be petrified at the very thought of swimming. But alas I am the very opposite of the concept. When the waves swirl around me it is as if my mother has come to give me one lasting embrace. I open my mouth and let out my mother's melody.

"On the winds of the sea. In a land far away.In the cold of the midnight black. I lift my eyes up to the blaze of the stars' gaze. Beneath the sea, below the waves, lying on the sea floor. Till up above in the star fall. I'll find you my love, my love I will."

My voice breaks before I finish the closing line. Cool tears stream down my face as I open my eyes and gaze at the clouds above me. A song that will haunt me for eternity, a song sung to my six sisters and me as the night fell around us. A siren's voice in all its untamed beauty.

A sigh whispers through my lips as my hand grapples for the basket of crumbs, formally full of baked goods. I had finished my rounds for the week. We give our leftovers to the poor after our bakery closes for the Sabbath. Although it isn't much it's something they can look forward to. My limbs groan as I stand up, looking far into the distance, far far away. Past the horizon, to a place of exquisite beauty and wonderous peace. A place I know my mother is. Swimming in the calm waves, collecting the unique seashells, knitting them into bracelets and necklaces.

''Aerwyna!" One of my sisters calls to me from where she stands, the wind whipping the grain around her knees. Her hair seeping out of her braid becoming undone, tendrils of firey red brushing her face. "Come in before you catch a cold."

"Be there in a moment, Anahita!" I call back the wind carrying my voice. Lifting the basket, I take one last longing gaze at the sea before turning my back and skipping through the grain field to the path in front of our cottage. 'Tis was a simple large cabin, its moss-covered roof sparkling as an emerald coral when the sunlight hits it under the sea. Its sides were covered in overgrowth vines, and a small garden was placed beside it. The teal blue grass around the house glittered when the sunlight it through the tree tops. Beautiful wildflowers had sprung up along the path, creating a mystical illusion as I walked down it. I pushed the door open and smiled at my father who sat at the head of the table. His brows brustle together. 

"You're late." He stated gruffly as I set the basket down and joined my family at the table. My sisters in turn glared at me as I responded.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. The ocean looks beautiful this time of year."

"You say that at every season." Adith my second older sister announced. 

"But it's completely true," I say. 

"I'm hungry!" Whines my sister, Agatha, my father nods and prays for the food, thanking the heavenly father for His blessing. After the meal, we all do our chores and leave to our different places around the house. each of us doing our own hobbies. Except for me, I enjoy walking the beach and exploring. but since it was late I picked up a book and started to read. After a while, we said our prayers and went to bed.

 I stared at the ceiling long after my father's snores filled the air, and lightning and thunder cracked outside. Its bright flashes lit the room briefly. You could hear the roar of the waves hitting the shore in great force. Over the waves, the wind screamed like men in great pain. So loud and pitiful.