Destiny Love

Chapter 4

He was sitting in his boat, rowing towards his island. He had not been on the island for a couple of weeks now, it had been too busy in the palace and he had been needed there every day. He had missed going to the island because the island had always brought him at peace. His parents disapproved of the fact that he went out on the sea alone but after he had proven to them that he wasn't going to take no for an answer, they let him go to the island whenever he liked. He loved looking at the sunset and, if he was early enough, the sun rise. Sometimes he even spent the night under the stars. He arrived on the island and pulled his boat on the shore. He did what he always did when he got to the island; he walked around it. In the distance he suddenly saw something reflecting the sun's rays. He wondered what it was and increased his pace. A few meters away he saw a boy lying on the sand. He stared at him. Who was he? His clothes and shoes were dirty, his hair looked like it hadn't been combed and properly washed in days and he had scratches all over his arms and face. But he could still see that he was beautiful. Drops of sweat had formed on his forehead and it made him think that he was sick. He placed a hand on his forehead and discovered he was right. He walked over to her bag and looked inside. There were cans of food in one bag and in the other there were some clothes. They were still perfectly clean and neatly folded. Looking at them made him think that he was wealthy. Suddenly his eye caught a corner of dark blue fabric. He pulled the cloth out further and held it up to the light. He recognized it and astonished he looked at the boy lying on the sand. Behind the dirt and the scratches he recognized him. It was Curtis. He had gotten skinnier; he had bags under his eyes and looked very dirty. There was something else, but he could not put his finger on it, maybe it was that he had gotten tougher as well. For a second he thought of the last time he had seen him, the way they had parted. But seeing him this way made him forgive him immediately.
"Mother." Curtis suddenly moaned. "Mother. Don't let him take me. Please say you love me. Father!" he sat up and screamed. Gawis walked over to him and tried calming him down. He wasn't completely awake yet and the fever had taken over his body. "Sshhh." Gawis said softly and laid him down on the sand. He put his hand on his forehead and touched hid cheek. He noticed it had a calming effect on him.
"What are you.." Curtis whispered before he dozed off again. He realized he should get some water for him, took the pan which was still filled with soup and emptied it a few meters further. He then walked the well-known path to the stream. How long had he been here? How did he get here? His mind was flooding with questions but he knew he would not be able to get them answered unless he got better. He cleaned the pan and filled it with fresh clear water. When he walked back he was awake, attempting to crawl towards the sea. He didn't get there on time and threw up on the sand. Apparently he had not eaten for days because he did not throw much up. He ran over to him.

I did not know if I had dreamed it but I thought I had heard somebody. I forced my body to move back to the spot where I had been lying and fell down like a sack of flour. I suddenly felt something cool touch my lips. At first I thought it was my imagination. I slowly opened my eyes and could not believe who I saw there. I was sure I was imagining now. But the water tasted real and I drank it, even though I knew that I would throw it up anyways. I wanted to ask Gawis if he was real. But it seemed like such a stupid question if he wasn't real, it wasn't like he was going to answer. It seemed like an even more stupid question if he was real. It would prove to him that I was absolutely weird. I couldn't believe that I was actually thinking about this when I was on the verge of being saved from this island. He put something on my forehead and I decided the only way to find out if he was real or not was to touch the object on my forehead and see if it was really there. With great effort I managed to lift my hand and when I touched the wet cloth a wave of relief swept over me. I looked at him and saw that he had taken off his shirt. That was probably the thing on my forehead. Right before I dozed off I registered how muscular he was, how strong he looked.
"Gawis?" I managed to ask him with my last bit of strength.
"Yes?" He said while leaning over me.
"Please don't leave me." I begged. I did not hear his answer but hoped that he would stay.