The menacing wind whipped at my hair and tugged at my clothes. The icy sea spray flicked into my eyes, blinding me with help from my long blond hair. All my senses were drowned out by the ferocious voice of the wind and sea, and the feel of rock fragments lashing out at my clothes. I was standing in a mini whirlwind. A whirlwind designed for me and me alone.
The sea is unforgiving. You can't double cross it, you can't trick it and you can't keep it waiting.
The wind seemed to be shouting at me in a million different alien tongues that I feel I should, but don't, know.
"You're promise, you're sacrifice" it seemed to be repeating.
It took me a while before I could find my voice, and when I did I shouted into the distance,
"I haven't forgotten!" It came through as a plea, a plea for so many things. A plea for understanding, a plea for forgiveness, a plea for time.
The wind roared to life again, this time more threatening and menacing than before.
"please," I murmured. Suddenly, another rock fragment, bigger and sharper than the rest, was torn off the cliff beside me and shot straight into my already bleeding head.
