- Created By POP.is.DEAD
Tattered Sails
The rain came down in a torrent upon the waters of the sea. The small boat was tossed from wave to wave and battered badly by the wind. With every swell of the waves the little vessel rose. The sail had fallen onto the deck in a tattered heap and the rudder was nowhere to be seen. The passenger of the boat, a young woman, huddled in a corner. The rain beat against her cloak and the wind threatened to rip it away. Though the great squall was determined to wash her away, she kept vigilant. Her watchful blue eyes searched the horizons in all three-hundred and sixty degrees. She was searching for something but no one knew what, not even her. She constantly searched. She blinked the rain out of her eyes and hugged her cloak tighter to her as the wind blew stronger. She licked the salt spray from her lips and gripped the railing as the boat was tossed again. Though the ocean sprayed painfully into her eyes she kept them on the horizon. They darted back and forth, searching. The rain pelted down, harder every second and the wind whipped her short hair into her face. They sky darkened and thunder rolled overhead. She shivered as the air cooled around her. Though it was now fully dark she still scanned the scene. Suddenly a bright light shone from somewhere to her right. She snapped up suddenly and got to her feet on the rickety wood of the boat’s bench. The light covered the little boat, filling every crack and crevice. It shone of her face and brought light into her eyes. She immediately got to work. She hoisted the tattered sail as high as it would go on the broken mast. Though the wind blew in all directions the sail stayed taught and faced the right heading. The little boat began to move. Though the waters tossed and churned the boat moved on. It sailed smoothly through the raging water towards the light. It increased in speed until soon the girl’s cloak and hair billowed out behind her. The wind blew harder and lightening cracked down, and yet the little boat sailed on, oblivious to all. The girl in the boat turned her eyes neither right nor left. Instead she kept them trained on the light. This was what she had been looking for. Other lights shone around her but she ignored them all. She sailed on until finally she came to the shore. The beach was bright and sunny and looked like paradise. She gingerly stepped out of the boat and onto the white sand of the beach. A little chair was sitting in the shade of a tall palm tree and a glass of her favorite drink rested on the arm. She settled herself into the chair and grabbed the drink. The ice chinked in the glass as she brought it to her lips. She took a sip and immediately spat it back out. It was horribly bitter. Then things began to change. The white sand turned a dark black and lightening cracked the once sunny sky. The palm tree withered and died causing huge limbs to come crashing down. She managed to jump away just in time to avoid being obliterated. The same was not to be said about the chair. A splinter flew from the wreckage and wedged itself deep within her heart. With a heavy sigh she trudged back to the boat. She shoved out to sea and lay in the bottom of the boat. She picked at the splinter for a few moments before she fell asleep. Her cloak fell to one side and her heart lay exposed. The new splinter lay there pink and fresh. But wedged into her heart was also several other shards. They lay in her heart, overlapping one another.
The morning sun came and she stirred. She sat up in the boat and ate some of the small amount of provisions that she had. She went to the mast and pulled down the tattered sail. She folded it up and placed it neatly under the bench, thinking it was of no further use except for perhaps as a pillow. She sat near the front of the boat and looked out. This time she wasn’t searching for anything. Her eyes weren’t even seeing what was before them. Every so often the splinters would shift and she would wince and sigh. Occasionally a single tear rolled down her cheek. Days passed. She didn’t look up to the horizon once. She crawled to the mast and held on as the boat was tossed in yet another storm. The storm grew worse and worse until she was afraid for her life. She turned to the mast and hugged it as tightly as she could. She put her face down to keep the stinging rain off and held on tightly, even wrapping her legs around the base of the mast. The small boat was tossed violently from wave to wave. Every new swell threatened to capsize the tiny vessel. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her life flash before them and braced for the icy water. Suddenly it stopped. The sickening motion, pelting rain, and gusting wind had all stopped. The young girl had failed to see the glowing light behind her. She got up from her spot and looked around. She had washed up on another beach. She glared at the white sand and yellow sun before she finally stepped out of the boat. Her bare feet landed on the soft sand and warmth spread up from her feet through her legs. She kicked angrily at the sand and began pushing the little boat back out to sea. Abruptly the warm tingling spread from her legs into her torso and up to her heart. She turned back around to get a better look at the beach. The white sand stretched for a little while and then was covered by a field of clovers. There was no little chair, at least not anywhere near to her. She could see a few trees but they were big oaks, maples, and evergreens, and they were along way away. Carefully, nervously, she walked up the beach. She reached the edge of the clover field and tenderly stepped into it. She walked through the green carpet for as long as she could. As she walked the sun began to set. When she thought she could walk no more she spotted an arm chair on the top of a clover covered hill. She approached it warily and, seeing no trees around, decided to have a seat. She settled into the soft seat and relished the feel of the velour against her weather beaten body. The glow of the orange setting sun covered her and the chair. It washed over her and filled her eyes. The warmth that she felt before was growing. The splinters in her heart began to dissolve. They grew smaller and smaller ‘til they were barely seen. They were still there but not nearly as painful as they once were. They weren’t as noticeable. Time passed and nothing changed. Nothing went bad. To this day she’s still sitting in the velour arm chair on the clover covered hill bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.
Ahito
Ahito from Hibiki's Magic! 
Alucard
I did this waaay back but I decided that I needed a post.
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