Saturday, June 8, 2013
From The Depths
On these craggy shores I sit, exhausted and shattered, my heart weeping for those who did not survive. I stare at the ragged flesh of my feet, my blood streaming into the depths with that of my brothers. I blame not the Captain, the storm which took us came from nowhere. Yet why had I alone survived? Why did my black soul deserve to carry on when so many better men were carried to cold dark depths?
A golden glow drags my eyes from the torn flesh of my feet, and I feel no pain as I rise. The beauty before me is beyond any which man could produce. My anger flares, crushing my sorrow. How dare such beauty be displayed on the same day in which so many good men had died. How dare the gods mock my pain. My feet begin to carry me forward, anger growing into determination. If I cannot wage war upon this plane, I will join my brothers and lead an army to Olympus which will tear down their mighty fortress. And as the crashing waves blot out the beauty, I find peace, I find resolve. I am coming my brothers, and our deaths will not go unavenged.
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