The Ocean Blue

I remember.

I remember the day an alert went throughout the state, announcing that our home was going to be destroyed in just a few minutes. A missile, sent from who knows where during who knows when, was heading towards our tropical home.

I remember me, my older brother, and younger sister, sitting in our car on our way back home from watching a movie. With my brother driving, me listening intently to what my younger sibling was telling, we didn't expect for the radio to suddenly change. Light and happy music moved to hearing about how my siblings and I were going to die at any moment.

I remember my brother quickly stopping the car. He got out and grabbed our sister before we both ran towards the nearest house. Knocking on the door, the family let us in immediately, panic written all over everybody's faces.

Once inside, I remember the adults moving the children towards the living room, the only room in the house with the least number of windows. And, even though my heart was racing a mile a minute, I decided to ignore the part of the alert that had said not to go near any windows and looked outside. That was when I saw it.

I remember seeing the strange creature running down the street, with feathered wings and glistening talons, and piercing blue eyes with a sharp raptor beak. It was as big as the house, most likely bigger, and as it grew nearer and nearer, my heart seemed to slow. Deep down, I knew this creature would not hurt me, would not taunt and fool me, and as it flapped its wings and made the building shake, I ran to the other side and watched as it flew. Out and across the ocean blue, its wings spread wide and proud and daring.

I remember as it raised its head in defiance and shrieked an awfully loud call, its talons out and ready, its bright blue eyes gleaming and true. And me, a citizen in the state of Hawaii, watched with awe and wonder as it hurled itself towards the danger that was headed towards our group of islands.

I remember it all, except bits and pieces after that, when the world grew grim and dark but new, my eyes now shining with a hazel hue. And as I watched from the window, my view of the world changed, and a new determination ran through my veins. I looked to my siblings and with a shake of the head, told the whole group that we were not dead. They started to cry, but had smiles of relief, and I did not dare to tell them how we were saved, for I would not be able to handle their disbelief.

I looked back to the window, and out at the sky. I realized that, as I stared at the creature, we had made it past the danger through and through. With a newfound courage and blissful delight, I watched as the eagle, proud and strong, its gaze challenging the coming night, flew out and over the ocean blue.

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I got the inspiration to write this from the strange missile alert that went throughout Hawaii. It was a false alarm (thank god) but I started to wonder if there really was a missile on its way towards the islands. So, henceforth, this was made. Halfway through this little story it somehow morphed into that of a poem, and I don't know how but I'm sorry if that makes you upset.