Shells

Part 1:

Cress was sitting on a pair of floral lawn chairs with Thorne beside her. He was staring at his portscreen. This was the life after the revolution.

They sat on Cozumel, a gorgeous island off the coast of Mexico. The couple was living on a beach they'd found with stunning white sand. It was completely deserted, which reminded Cress of when both she and Thorne were stuck in the middle of the desert. She was thankful she didn't have to endure that anymore.

Thorne tapped quietly at his port, while Cress was running a hand through his hair whistling a tune much like "Sweet Crescent Moon." She too was reading the latest news article on her port.

Neither she, nor Thorne, had a care in the world. They both sat quietly by their small cottage just off the ocean, content and happy.

Before they could truly relax from a day's work, a cold wind swept through.

This wind wasn't like normal wind though. It gave off a scary aura, like something– or someone– was there, on the beach with Thorne and Cress. "Aces, it's freezing. It isn't usually like this around here." Cress noticed.

"It's okay, just a little breeze." Thorne reassured. Cress nodded, but they weren't aware that there was a shell standing right behind her and Thorne.