"I'm so sorry," Every night the Sea would whisper dully, staring out farther out into the ocean. More of her friends were disappearing, on the brink of eyesight. She was a girl with her shoulders slumped, curly, light brown hair covering her lovely illuminated blue eyes. She had a pale face, making her eyes stand out. This made her eyes a prominent feature of hers. She produced and controlled all the water across the world. She was the water, you could say. She usually wore one outfit. It was a light blue dress the tightened around her curves flawlessly, and around the rim, there were dark blue sapphires that shone so brightly, that it could easily make someone fall into a trance. She was constantly in dilemma though; she never spoke to anyone that wasn't close to her. She was unbelievably gorgeous, but she acted lowly of herself. You may be thinking: This isn't too bad, right? She's just shy. But to her, it felt as if someone set a curse on her.
Everyday of her life, she was observing her friends, the creatures you know as fish, and more. She would smile at them speedily, sinking her head under the water so she wouldn't be seen. Unlike the alluring girl, the fish and dolphins would be jumping out of the water. They were eager for people to stare at them in awe, from their bright colors, like they usually would do in the Pacific Ocean. On occasion, she would catch small glimpses of the world far away from her. Her best friends! Kidnapped! They would be snatched by petrifying men, wearing the same thing: Long sleeved water shirts and sunglasses. Then, her friends would be gone. Every time, she would try to stand up straight and strict, but she was always paralyzed from fear, unaware of what she would say. Unhappily, all she would do is descend underwater even more, feeling a deep sorrow that erupted in the pit of her stomach.
Every night, her greatest friend, the Moon, would perceive that the Sea was hurting. He knew of her timid ways, and he had careful planning to prevent this. He had the feeling that she would have to learn how to stand up for herself.
The Moon was powerful, along with his pale face, he had bright blonde hair and striking grey eyes. He always stood up straight, posture perfect, as he watched over people. Brilliant grey tuxedo, dark grey tie, all of this made him immensely handsome. He was passionate, he would do anything to save the people that matter most to him: his friends. No one would fear him, he was viewed as a savior. But he wasn't a savior to the pure Sea... Yet.
Another dear friend to the Sea was the Wind. He was the most intelligent person of them all, but his face was always smiling. He wore clothes similar to the Moon, but he owned a white tux. He had green eyes that appeared to be vicious, and like the moon, he had no issue standing up for what's right. He believed that showing negative emotion was a cowardly thing, but he had much empathy for the Sea. The Wind was a positive soul, seen laughing and enjoying himself quite often.
On a cool night, after the day in which certainly many people were out, things didn't improve. The Sea stuck with her normal routine, backing away swiftly. A tingling feeling of panic rushed through the girl's body. Tears began to well up into her eyes, as she tried to fight back. She curled up into a tight ball, shutting her eyes shut so tightly, one may think she was suffering.
The Moon and the Wind were chatting in low voices, staring down at the sad girl. The Moon was frowning at her, knowing that she was a gentle soul. But the Wind gazed at her in confusement to why she would be crying. Why couldn't she suck it up and fight back? The Wind shook his thoughts away, looking back at the Moon's dismal form.
"Oh Wind," The Moon said, unintentionally sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in thought, "I think I know what we shall do."
"Well what?!" The wind practically shouted, shaking the atmosphere below him. "Oops," He mutter, rolling his eyes at his behavior.
And that is how it all started. The Moon whispered into the Wind's ear, while the wind nodded in agreement.
"Let's do this," The Wind whisper-yelled, smirking at his brilliant friend.
There she was, the Sea, sinking down lower to the ocean floor, wishing she wasn't immortal. She dreamt of being normal, and not letting down her people. But she knew she wasn't the person anyone wanted. She knew she failed. Consumed by her own brain, her hands shook violently from the anxiety rising in her body.
"Sea!" The shout of one of her friends snapped her out of her mind, and she jumped out of the water in shock. The Moon.
His hands were clenched into fists at the sides as if he were angry, but his words came out softly, "We've came to help you,"
Almost immediately after the words were said, the Wind gracefully flew down to the ground, next to the Moon. For once, he seemed to be sad.
The Sea rubbed her eyes, getting rid of the tears that obviously made her face red. "You can't," She spoke quietly, voice cracking, almost like she may burst out into tears again.
"You can do it, you can do it! You're the Moon, the Magnificent Moon!" The Wind cheered, causing the girl in front of him to crack a smile. A little giggle escaped her lips.
"Maybe I can," She said, raising her head up to make better eye contact with her friends. "Now where are we going?"
"We are showing you how to stand up for yourself," The Moon said, smiling at his friend.
"Stand up!" The Wind said in a sing-song voice, putting on jazz hands.
"Okay, okay!" She laughed, squinting her eyes from her happiness. Her friends made her life easier to live. "Take me away, friends!"
The moon and the Wind understood this, and with that, she trust fell into the Wind's arms. He slid her off of him, grabbing her left hand, beginning to lift off the ground.
"When's the last time you've been out of the ocean?" The Moon asks, eyeing his friend, and giving a subtle grin.
"How is she supposed to remember, she can't even remember her own birthday!" The Wind exclaimed, while the Sea made a pretend hurt look on her face.
"Yes... I... Can!" The Sea said in between her laughs.
"Well what is it then?" The Wind said, as they began to speedily fly over the Pacific Ocean.
"Um... August 23rd?" The Sea made her best guess, and chuckled afterwards.
"Come on!" The Moon said, "It's January 17th, crazy!" The Trio began to dive down, finding their ideal location. It was by a dock, completely empty except for the street lights that brightened the ominous area.
"Ew, it's so ugly over here, let's turn back!" The Sea yelled over the rush of the wind in disgust.
"Sorry sweetheart, it's too late now," The Wind smirked, landing his feet safely onto the dock's creaky boards.
The Sea let go of the wind's hand, looking at the Moon for comfort. He gave her a small smile, while she looked around the new area.
"Where are we?" The Sea said, instantaneously feeling an odd feeling in the air when she landed.
"The fish. We need to show you the fish," The Moon said blankly, staring straight in front of him, frozen in place. Suddenly, it seems as if all the positive energy surrounded them just dissolved into nothing.
"The fish," The Wind said, having sudden interest with his feet. His face appeared to be in a frown, that is trying to be resisted.
"I... Are they... Even alive?" The Sea stuttered, looking over at the Moon's face. For a moment, he looked up, as if he was trying to process what he should say.
"No," The Moon said directly, not making eye contact with the terrified girl. "Well yes, but for now."
The Sea shivered, "Take me to my babies," Once the word 'babies' came out of her mouth, her eyes widened, regretting it.
"Babies? They aren't your babies. They are your friends," The Wind announced suddenly, causing a fit of laughter to boom out in such an empty place.
"Ugh! I knew you would say that!" The Sea exhaled, sticking her arms out into the air.
The slight motion of the Moon's hand grabbing her own caused her to gasp. He began to guide her north, taking her to a small building with a see-through window.
"What?!" The Sea practically screamed, face pressed against the window. Her friends, the fish, were all in tiny buckets of water. THOUSANDS IN ONE BUCKET!
"You know?" The Moon frowned, "They cook the fish to eat..."
Already stunned, the Sea fell back, right into the Moon's arms. He embraced her, letting her cry onto his shoulder.
"I hope you know that this is what happens when you don't stand up for yourself or others. People get hurt. Negativity continues to spread" The Moon said calmly, pushing her off to face him.
"And you are powerful enough to save them!" The Wind added, jumping up and down. "And we'll give you that extra push!" he winked.
After a few moments of dreadful shock, the Sea's snapped out of her rut. She looked up at the starry sky, eyes bursting into a fiery blue flame. She realized what she must do, "I will save what matters most to me..." She paused, for dramatic effect, "my friends."
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The Sea was standing up elegantly on the humid summer day, hair flowing, blue eyes gazing back to the people on the land. And of course, the people on their boats. Fury boiled up inside of her, and she maturely stated, "I am the Sea. Back away from my people. Or you will get what you deserve."
The people attempt to stifle a laugh, staring at the girl, figuring it's some stupid joke. "Oh whatever, little girlie," One of them said, "We don't care."
This set off the girl, she was like a bomb. She stayed still and calm, until she just explodes. This time she smiles, "Well that's too bad. Goodbye." She says her goodbyes to the people, waves growing from behind her. The hair behind her picks up, flowing in front of her face, unable to view the horror of the people. All she heard where shouts, getting more distant by each moment... Until... Until... It's silent.
The Moon and the Wind looked down on her, smiling at such the courageous and tough girl she has become. They knew of her true potential, smiling every time they thought of their best friend.
No one knew what happened to the people. They have never seen a water natural disaster. When the Sea was sad, pouring rain would fall down. When she felt infuriated, there would be floods and tsunamis, killing off thousands. She controlled the weather now. She saved the people that matters most. Her friends. She learned that when people are getting hurt, you need to stand up. But she would stand up, shout for what was right. But people would chuckle at the Sea. Soon after, their screams were drowned out from the water viciously murdering them.
