One Of A Kind

This isn't the life I want to be living anymore. I thought as the water of the ocean pushes me harder than I've felt before. Who wanted to live as an intrusive igneous rock? Most of the people I knew were extrusive igneous rocks. Getting knocked out of my thoughts, I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker, my grip on the algae getting lighter. I was only a foot or two from the water's surface. I turn around to look at my surroundings and in my peripheral vision I spot the fin of an Achilles Tang. As it swam closer I realized I was right in its path. I prepared for the impact as I tightened my grip and shielded my view. In a matter of seconds, I could feel myself being flung up and quickly out of the water. I made a hard landing and saw a blur of orange and blue before everything went black.

When I woke up I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there. When I look to my left I caught a great view of a low volcano, overflowing with lava that emptied into the sea. I had heard stories of these tall, aggressive volcanoes that erupted with all the force they had. However, this one was calmer. It flowed lazily like thick syrup and in every direction. Tearing my gaze from the sight, I looked up. I assumed that this was the blue thing I had seen earlier. But now it was a lilac sky. It was as if the view was painted in watercolors and some greater being had mixed them together and created something that seemed to both take my breath away and breathe life into me at the same time.

After what felt like minutes, but was probably hours, of gazing at the beauty I decided I needed to find other rocks. It looked like many were walking into the lava, so I made my way towards there. It took me forever to climb my way over the obstacles, for I was a mere pebble. It got hotter the closer I got and it slipped my mind to take caution. I couldn't tell where the other rocks went after they were in the lava, but I wanted to see it. I finally reached there and saw a polite looking sedimentary rock. What do I say? What do I say? My thoughts repeated.

"Hello!" Wow, how original.

They were confused as who was speaking but looked relieved when they turned around and saw me.

"Hello to you too. What is your name if you don't mind me asking?"

"My name is Dwayne. And yours?"

"My name is Brock. What brings you here?"

"A fish." I said, trying to be humorous. All I got was an awkward silence.

"Well I'm here to change the type of rock I am. Currently I am just a plain old Novaculite. It's a sedimentary type. I had to travel a long way to get here. I heard that this lava will turn you into Obsidian!"

I couldn't believe what he just said. Obsidian was the most beautiful type of metamorphic rock. I always felt like that who I truly was on the inside.

After talking more with Brock, I learned that all we had to do was walk into the lava and hope for the best. I was very nervous and I was already sweating from the heat. I had also learned the pressure within the volcano would be enormous. There was also still a chance that this was just a rumor and I wouldn't turn into Obsidian. All I could do was hope for the best.

As Brock and I reached the entrance to the volcano, I turned to him. I had many things to say, but all I could do was look at him. It was crazy how I had just met this person a couple hours ago and now I was going into a volcano with them. Before I realized what was happening we were there. We took a final breath, grabbed ahold of each other, and on the count of three we were gone. The hole we had jumped into brought us deep into the Earth. I could no longer see Brock and had lost my hold on him just like the algae.

I can't remember anything from right before I hit the magma. I could feel myself melting and becoming one with the molten substance. We moved slowly, making it hard to tell what direction we were moving. Once I did though, I was ecstatic. We were heading back towards the surface where we could cool into our new forms.

I was now able to see the opening and could tell it was dark out. There was a contrast between the magma and the night sky. Like the embers on a burned piece of firewood. I was pushed up and over the edge, slugging my way down the side, feeling instant relief from the heat, a cool wind hitting me. I had broken off from the rest and my speed was slowing down with every passing minute. After several hours, I had completely cool and it was a new day.

"Dwayne!" I heard someone repeated shout behind me. I turned around in confusion.

"Dwayne! It's me Brock!" I was in utter shock when I saw him. He looked nothing I last saw him.

"Brock! You turned into an igneous rock!" I exclaimed. He quickly made his way towards me taking in my new look. It had completely slipped my mind that I would look different.

"I know! I turned into a geode rock." He said while still staring at me.

"I can't believe you actually became Obsidian." He whispered. I looked down at myself and have never been happier.

Brock and I spent the next few hours sitting there discussing our changes. He taught me that he had crystallization inside of him, making him even more beautiful on the inside, even though he already is on the outside. Also, he said was formed through the solidification of molten rock, similar to me. He wouldn't stop touching my surface, complimenting me on how soft I was. I didn't want to leave him or this moment.

And I didn't. Sure moments passed, but I kept him in them. For the next 60 years of our lives consisted of sitting out on that beach just talking and watching the sky. Over time, we suffered from both weathering and erosion. The water would hit us during the high tides and the air slowly took its toll on us. This had turned us into sediments. As layers were created and added, we began to compact and after more years it seemed we were cemented together as one. We started off as two different souls but now we will spend how we were intended to. Our love was one of a kind.