Between waves

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Hi, this is my first dnf fanfic, I had been working on this fanfic for a while since it came from an illustration I made some time ago. And also english is not my first lenguage so sorry if there are some grammar mistakes.

Nothing more to say I hope you enjoy your reading! <3

N/A You can find the Spanish version in my profile!

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The sun slipped with a serene calm towards the horizon, tinting the sky with a palette of golden and pink tones that reflected in the waves of the sea.

Dream a young surfer of 23, with his surfboard under his arm, approached the beach with the calmness of one who knows he is in over his head. Every step was steady and sure, and his gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the warm Florida sea stretched as far as the eye could see. For him, there was nothing more liberating than gliding over the waves, feeling the sea breeze on his face and the power of the ocean beneath his feet as he thought of nothing and allowed himself to step out of that world where he could not always be himself.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the ocean, George, a young, dark-haired newt with shimmering blue scales, swam with unparalleled curiosity towards the surface. From his underwater home, he had always had a deep fascination with the world of humans, but had never before had the opportunity to explore it for himself.  Today, however, an irresistible curiosity had driven him to venture beyond the boundaries of his known world and away from his home and the depths of the sea.

Emerging from the water, George marveled at the vast expanse of the ocean and the coastline stretching out in front of him. The sun's golden rays reflected off the crystal clear waters, creating a breathtaking spectacle of light and color. But what really captured his attention was the figure of Dream, surfer extraordinaire, gliding gracefully through the waves. He had never seen a human so close before, and the sight left him mesmerized, watching him with admiration and curiosity, feeling that something was drawing him to him.

Days passed and George continued to watch Dream from a distance, wary of being caught, captivated by his skill in the water. The surfer's every move seemed almost magical to him, and he couldn't look away, mesmerized by the elegance with which he mastered the waves. Sometimes, he would sneak up to the surface to get a better look at him, immersing himself in the world of humans with a thrill he had never felt before.

It was always like this, it became a continuous routine from day to day, he would get up and spend hours and hours watching in wonder the surfer who was sometimes accompanied by a boy who looked a little younger than his age. So until Dream would get out of the water and that same boy would always be waiting for him outside in a red dress and scolding him for being out late at night surfing.

One day, however, the weather in sunny Florida changed drastically.
The afternoon was permeated with a vibrant, electric atmosphere as Dream bravely ventured out into the turbulent ocean waters. Riding his surfboard, he challenged the waves with a grace and skill that had made him a master of the art of surfing. However, on this particular day, the sea was roaring with unusual ferocity, challenging even the most experienced of surfers.