Eternal Waters

A SandWing, trying to navigate the ocean while fleeing the Great War that has been raging for over fifteen years; risking everything, losing it, then building a life anew. 
Warning!!!!! Contains a fight scene with violence, blood, death, and mentions of dragon experimentation. Do not read this if you are uncomfortable around those subjects. 
This is by Cactus. Do not steal!
== Part One — Dawn ==
=== Storm ===
I fly. I flee. I take flight and flap. The waves below me swell in eerie rhythm. The ocean is calm as an oasis, only an occasional wind gust to push me off course. 
My wings tire, and I wish for land. Why did I think that this was a good idea? No dragon can travel the entire ocean, not even a SandWing like me. And what was I expecting on the other side? A mystical continent, only told about in scrolls. My family was right when they called me a fantasizing idiot. 
I thirst, and I wonder why I did not bring water. Perhaps I had too much confidence in my own tribe’s ability to go days and days without water. 
The waves taunt me, throwing up droplets of poison water. All dragonets are taught to never drink sea water. Otherwise, their salt will just make you thirstier, until you shrivel up from the inside. 
The ocean extends forever, blue-gray-green frothing up and rolling away. Imposing gray clouds loom on the horizon, and I can see them racing closer. I am almost more afraid of them than Burn’s army, or Blister’s forces. Clouds bring rain, and rain brings thunder and lightning and wind. The ocean’s waters are already becoming choppier. 
My eyes sting as salt sprays and I stare, unblinking, to find safety. I wish for a outcropping of land, the rocky tip of an underwater mountain. Nothing like the sandy island of my dreams, but a place to rest all the same. 
The ocean gets closer, and I cannot tell if I am descending or if the waves are growing. I beat my wings harder, putting as much space between me and the hungry waters as possible. 
Wind whooshes in my ears. It takes hold of my wings and tail, sending me spiraling. I right myself and hover for a moment, all turned around. 
But then I spot a dot on the horizon. Hopeful, I power towards it, wanting to rest my aching wings. The island grows, and I soon realize it is barely big enough for me to lay down on it. Black rock juts out of the ocean, defiantly waiting out the storm. I will do the same. 
My talons grip the stone, little claw-holds engraved in it as if it was made for a dragon to hang on. I can wait until morning, when I can see which way is west and continue to the Lost Continent. 
Father would be disappointed in me. I am a mess, bedraggled and soaked to the bone. But I am free. I will never fight another battle. My brothers would taunt me, teasing that I could never be brave enough to stay.
I think I am brave enough to leave. 
Furious waves beat my sides mercilessly, intent on driving me off my rock. Wind howls in my ears. Rain pours down with revenge on mind. The line between sea and sky blurs. Thunder roars and grumbles overhead. Lightning flashes, lighting up the sky like day before plunging me back into darkness again. 
I cannot tell if it is warm or cold. One moment I am shivering, the next I am overwhelmed with heat. I breathe deeply, water rushing into my nose and mouth. The rain is pelting holes into my back. I can only see gray, gray forever. 
=== Paradise ===
Finally the rain eases into a light mist, and the winds blows elsewhere, and lightning gives way to muted daylight. I am so, so grateful that the storm has ended. But I cannot yet see the sun. I growl in frustration. 
I try to stand up, only to fall back to the ground. My arms are too weak from gripping the rock all night, and my wings from flying all day. I lay on the rock, slippery because of the rain and waves but easier to hang on to now that the ocean is calm. 
I take the time to catch my breath, but do not let myself fall asleep. Soon the last of the rain and clouds disappear and the sun cheerily shines down on me. 
Now I realize how hungry and thirsty I am. Dragons, SandWings especially, can go for a long time without food or water. But it has been days. Five days of flying nonstop, only resting on tiny little spikes of rock here and there. My tongue is as dry as the desert dunes. 
The sun is in the middle of the sky. I do not want to wait for much longer to find my way. I hate this rock. Maybe I can fly up and see if there is bigger land- a better place to sleep and wait. Maybe it will have water. 
I make up my mind. I stretch out my brown-speckled wings. They aren’t as tired and sore as they were earlier. I flap upwards, diving around for a few moments before searching for land. 
The ocean is empty. I sigh. Why can’t things go my way? I am stuck here now, in between freedom and capture. I can’t return to Pyrrhia, or someone will kill me for treason. The Lost Continent is my only hope. 
I go back to my moons-forsaken rock. I sneeze, nearly flinging myself into the salty water. Great. Now I’m sick, too. 
The sun moves way slower than it should, but when it finally starts creeping towards one of the horizons, I fly up and head that way. 
I don’t know how long I have been flying for. About three hours, at least. My wings are starting to get tired again. My head is drooping. I desperately need sleep. 
When the speck of green catches my eye, I think I am hallucinating. But there it is- land, actual land, with a few trees and grass. My wings take me there almost unconsciously. When I tumble awkwardly onto the strip of sand, I am so relieved that I rest there for a long time. Eventually, I fall asleep. 
I wake up to a blanket full of stars. The sky is a deep indigo, and the moons are either crescents or half-full. The sand sinks familiarly under my talons. I pace slowly along the shoreline. The island is about as big as my house, plenty of room for just me. It slopes up slightly, and I walk further inland. Besides a few trees, the island is bare. 
My ears pick up a quiet trickling sound. At the top of the hill, a small pond of water sits, rippling in the cool night air. A tiny stream leads toward the ocean. The water smell fresh-not salty, not contaminated. I splash my claws in it, then rub the water on my face and arms, washing away the salt encrusted in my scales. Lastly, I drink. It is the most beautiful water I have ever had. 
=== Drown ===
I spend the day resting. I drink as much water as I can, and discover that fish is not so bad if you set it on fire first. The island is paradise compared to what I’ve been at lately. A few palm trees provide shade, and the spring gives endless fresh, cool water. I only go in the ocean to hunt. 
The sun eventually sets, turning the ocean red and orange. Wisps of clouds drift across the sky. The ocean laps at the shore, and the palm fronds rustle quietly in the breeze. I settle down for my second night of comfortable sleep. I will continue in the morning. 
A short while later I wake to the scuttling of claws. A crab stands menacingly in front of my nose, snapping his pinchers. 
I jump up and yelp. “Okay, I’m going!” I say. My voice cracks from disuse. 
I wander over to the stream. I am homesick, as I have been in the past few days. I miss my family: my brothers, who always included me in their games, even though I was younger; my father, strict and demanding, but who never let me give up; my mother, loving and supportive. 
The sun has not yet risen over the horizon, but a faint orangish glow brushes the sky. I am struck suddenly by how quiet it is. The air is silent. The ocean seems to be holding its breath. I am alone in the world. Just the sky, the sea, and me. 
I keep my breaths shallow. If I am too loud, it feels as if the world would shatter. 
I cough despite myself. The sound echos across the water. The ocean might as well be made out of stone for all the noise it creates.  
I am cold, cold all the way to my bones. My lungs ache. I must be sick; I have never felt this way in my whole life. I try to set some nearby driftwood on fire. Only a few sparks come out of my mouth. 
This is not good. 
I watch the sunrise, shivering. The sun shines some heat into my scales. I bask in it, warming up a little before I have to go. Finally, I stretch my wings and manage to flap into the sky. It is louder up here. The wind whistles in my ears, and the waves are choppy and wet. 
I falter. Please, let there be land soon. I watch the ocean whip by. The greenish waves are the only thing I see as I struggle along. 
The ocean is closer… and closer… and closer, and then my talons dip in the freezing water and I startle upwards. But the damage has been done. My wings won’t work, and I fall into the frigid waters. 
I come up immediately, gasping for breath. For the first time in my life I wish that I was from another tribe. A water breathing SeaWing, or a cold resistant IceWing. I go under again. I flounder upwards. A wave washes viciously over my snout, flooding my lungs with salty poison. I hack up water. I cough, and cough again. No, no, must get up, must get into the air-
The ocean swallows me up, and the sunlight fades. 
== Part Two — Midnight ==
=== Lost ===
I come to slowly. My first sign of the world is the lapping of waves. My ears are ringing. The sun blazes into my eyes when I open them. I am horribly, horribly wet. 
Where am I?
I am floating in the ocean, or at least I think it is an ocean. My wings are spread, allowing me to stay on the surface. I cough up a lungful of seawater. I am very, very cold. 
How did I get here? 
With a burst of fear I realize… I can’t remember. 
I splash upward, struggling both to get up into the air and to find  my lost memories. What is my name? What is this place? 
Who am I?
I don’t know anything about myself. All I know is that I should know. And that I have to get to the Lost Continent. 
This is craziness. I don’t know what the Lost Continent is, or why I want to go there. But there is a sense of urgency about it- like I was fleeing something, a great danger. And that this continent is safety. I must go there. 
But first… I need to find a way out of this. 
The ocean extends in all directions. There is no land in sight. I have a vague notion of land not too far away, but when I try to unfold it and make it make sense, it squiggles out of view. 
I open my wings and attempt to fly. The waves drag me down, not wanting to give up their prize. I am exhausted, and my muscles ache, but somehow I manage to get out of the water. Luckily, I have not forgotten how to fly. That stayed lodged in my brain, unlike all memories of a home, family, and fear I must have used to have. 
I am very cold. I blame it on the ocean, sucking all the warmth out of me, but a small feeling tells otherwise. 
The sun is high in the sky. It gives me heat and strength. It gives me hope that I will find my way. I can follow the sun, as it sets and rises. The sun goes straight; perhaps it can lead me to where I want to go. 
To where I think I want to go. 
I fly westward, into the brightness of the sun. 
A dolphin surfaces beneath me. A sole creature, it seems to be as lost as I am. It notices my shadow flickering across the waves and descends below the ocean again. A few moments later it appears in front of me along with several others, spraying mist from their blowholes. 
I was wrong. The dolphin is nothing like me. It has family, and memories. I am alone. 
I continue flying, and familiar-but-not-familiar pain settles in. I am gasping for breath, and wincing as waves of heat and cold wash over me like the ferocious ocean waves. There is no sign of land, let alone an entire continent. I am hungry. I wish I had eaten that dolphin. 
Only when the sun has long set and the ocean only goes on eternally, I finally accept that I have to rest. I slowly let my wings lower me to the waters, preparing to swim the moment it sucks me under. 
I reach the surface, and my talons hit sand. 
=== Home ===
Shocked, I stumble onto my knees. The ocean is shallow, only reaching to my shoulders. And it is warmer than the freezing water I woke up in earlier. Something tells me that shallow water means land soon, although I don’t know how I have that knowledge and not something about who I am. 
Despite myself I am excited. If I wanted to go to the Lost Continent when I had my memories, then I am sure I had my reasons. This is important. I am close. I shiver, then sneeze out a flurry of embers. Three moons, am I sick?
I walk along the sandbar, the sand squishing in between my claws. Gradually I feel the ground slope up and the water sink down to my elbows, and then my wrists. The distinct smell of grass and mammals wafts up to me. I don’t remember smelling anything other than salt, although I must have before. Right? I had to have come from somewhere. 
I am shivering violently, and I am not sure whether it is from the cold or excitement. 
Soon my talons tread on dry ground. I can’t remember ever having set foot on actual land. My wings and arms are tired and aching, and I wish for nothing more than to sleep on this calm shore. But I wait. My instincts are screaming for me to watch for danger; this is a new place, there are probably unexpected creatures here. I try to tell myself that other dragons won’t hurt me but… I am not sure. 
The ground slopes slowly upward, and I follow the sky farther into the continent. Wet grass tickles my underbelly, tracing me with dew. The small hill leads up to a flat plain. It is vast, smelling like open ocean but without the salt. There are warm animal scents, but no trees. It is familiar in a way I can’t exactly pinpoint. The waving of grass reminds me of the ocean waves, swishing quietly like a mother singing her dragonet a lullaby. 
A song comes to mind. Slow and loving, it comforts me and fills me with longing so big it would fill up this savanna and still have some left over. 
I trudge back to the ocean shore. I swim in and out of half-sleep until the sun appears again. The ocean is still calm, waves foaming onto the beach. I can see now that this definitely is a continent. The shoreline extends forever, until it fades from view. Farther along my new home, a cliff juts up from the sand. I can guess that it meets the top of the hill and forms a plateau. 
Home… I guess that’s what this place is now. Here is home. 
Is the ocean home? I don’t know. It is the first place I know, so it gives some comfort. But still… I remember waking up floating on its surface, fear and loss the only things I knew. 
I will never forget that. 
The ocean will never be home. 
I venture towards the cliff. A few gaping cave mouths dot the rock face. One looks far enough away from the ocean that high tide won’t flood it. I walk closer to investigate. 
A fuzzy moss coats the inside of the cave. The floor is bare, but I can cover it with leaves and grasses to keep it warm and cozy. It is dark also, but I can fix that with my fire later. 
It is a house- but not quite home. 
=== Song ===
I am padding along the shore. Finding supplies for my house is my first priority. Food can come second- I know how to fish, and I’m not too close to starving. But I do want a place where I can feel safe. So it must be hidden from prying eyes- other dragons, and perhaps hungry predators. 
I am getting used to the feeling of not knowing things. Actually, it is the only thing I do know. But it still scares me, the fact that there could be anything here. 
I wander around, and soon find a few pieces of driftwood and other plants. An idea hits and I gather them onto a messy pile. I take a few steps back, and blow out fire. 
I manage a flicker of flame before I double over, coughing. My lungs and throat feel like they are being rubbed dry. So. Not doing that again. 
I continue my task of gathering, if a little more agonized. I don’t realize how fast time passes, and soon the sun is giving off a fiery burst of life before disappearing over the side of the cliff. I have made many trips back to my cave, and now the stony ground is covered in fresh green grass. I sweep it into a pile with my tail, which has a barb on it. I jumped the first time I noticed it, thinking it was a tiny animal sneaking up on me. I lay on the bed. It is comfortable, soft, but doesn’t feel quite natural. I rest for a while, trying to fall asleep. Eventually I give up. I leave the cave for a bit. It gives me just the slightest bit of fear- sometimes feeling as if the walls are closing in on me. 
I sit on the sand and stare up at the three moons. They don’t sparkle or glimmer, they just shine. They are a constant. 
A low hum vibrates in my throat. I realize it is the song from earlier, the one that made me think of family and what used to be. I let the volume grow until it is a wail of a song. I put all my emotions into it- loss, longing, fear, hope. I end the song on a high, prolonged note, full of everything I want. 
I am crying. My breathing is labored, and I am sad and relieved at the same time. I wish I could know who I was. Any other dragon knows their own self, and their family, and their home… why can’t I? 
I can’t help but think that it is my fault. That I left them, so they left me. Will I be alone… forever?
Sobbing, I retreat to my cave. 
I dream of warm scales and loving gestures. The warm is singing- the song I was singing. Is it a coincidence, or a memory that my unconscious brain can tap into but my waking mind scares away? Either way, I welcome the caring music. 
Reluctantly, I wake up. I am shuddering with cold. It feels like my blood is frozen. I huddle into a ball, trying to use my own body heat to warm myself. 
I am not sure how much time passes. Hours, days, they all blend together. I don’t leave my cave. I can vaguely feel the hunger of my stomach. My mouth is dryer than rock. Breathing is a struggle. The song fades in and out of my head, soothing my chills. Finally, I am warm, and darkness envelopes me. Peace reigns. 
In my dreams, I breath, and fire flames out of my mouth. 
A figure smiles and flames with me. 
== Part 3 — Sunset ==
=== Search ===
(Small violence warning)
Days, then weeks pass. My sickness weakens, then disappears. I go on walks daily, searching for food and supplies, enjoying the ocean and earth. I explore the different caves. I discover  hidden lakes and beautiful gem-filled caverns. 
I wander the savanna. Huge, dragon-filled towers cover the continent. I stay off the grasslands after that. Dragons can be unpredictable as the sea. 
None of my lost memories come back. I try, but I only get glimpses in my dreams. The warm, mother figure comes back regularly. There are others that visit less frequently. Sometimes I encounter something that feels familiar, but it blows away on the wind the moment I try to pry it open. 
I rarely speak. When I do, my voice is hoarse and raspy. It is only clear when I sing. 
About two years after I arrived- it’s hard to tell, because this place does not have the normal winter-spring-summer-fall seasons that I thought existed- the dragons of the towers become restless. They do not look like me- I am a light tan, but these dragons are sunset colors and black, and the other kind is every color imaginable. 
The sunset dragons, one day, boil up out of their tower and fly in every direction. Including my direction. 
Frightened, I flee to the caves. Why are they leaving now? The dragons rarely leave their towers. I commonly see them crawling around in the webs they have strung between the towers, but almost never do they fly from place to place. My cove is usually silent. 
Why have they left now? Are they running away from something? Should I be afraid? Are they looking for something? Are they looking for me?
Nervously, I retreat to the back of my cave. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself from this new threat. My life has been mostly peaceful since I arrived here on the Lost Continent. Danger has been a thought of the past. 
I hide in the shadows for what seems like hours. Every noise sounds like approaching wing beats and claws clicking on stone. 
I hum softly. Music has been a way I calm myself over the past two years. 
Night is falling outside my home when the buzzing starts. It is quiet at first, like a single lost bee. But then it grows, a high pitched screaming hum that echos in my ears. I scrunch myself farther back into the cave. 
A thump sounds right outside my door. The buzzing stops immediately. In terrifying synchronization, a pair of sunset dragons march into my cave. They are thin, as if they have no muscle on their bones. Their wings are long and narrow, like a dragonfly’s or wasp’s. Most creepily of all, their eyes are pure white. They move as one, stepping at the same time, flicking out their tongues at the same time, lashing their tails at the same time. 
They swing their heads toward me. An expression of shock blinks across their faces, then they only show malice. 
“What do we have here?” They ask together. “A strange, lost dragon? How weird you are,” they cackle. Then the voice changes slightly. “I remember your kind. Oh, how I hated you-”
Without a second thought, I leap at the first dragon and punch him across the face.
=== Fight ===
(Contains violence, blood, mentions of experimentation, and death)
They both yelp, and I smack the other with my tail. She falls over, white eyes flickering to black and then closing. The first growls and uses his claws to scratch at my throat. We grapple at each other, both of us trying to get an advantage over the other. I beat the air with my wings, hoping to confuse the sunset dragon. He shakes his head, and then leaps at me, snarling. 
He hits me squarely in the chest and I fall to the ground. He pins my wings and and eerie grin spread over his snout. 
“I’ve got you now, weakling,” he hisses. “What a useful experiment you can be. And you are so different- more like a LeafWing than anything. Tell me, are you a hybrid?”
I look at him in confusion at first. LeafWing? Hybrid? But then I come to my senses. “I’m not any of those things,” I say. “I’m me!” With that, I whip my head sideways, bashing my horns into his face. He roars in fury. I feel a flash of guilt, but push it to the side for now. He is trying to kill me. I have a right to defend myself. 
He lunges again, and I see he is never going to give up. I fling my talons at him, hitting his nose and drawing blood. He roars again. With renewed determination, he tackles me to the ground. I struggle, but to no avail. I breath heavily. A drop of red liquid drips onto my snout as he peers down at me. 
“You know, it’s just too bad.” He laughs. “I was going to have so much fun with you, but now I guess I have to kill you.”
I breathe fire in his face.
He screams, and I feel bad for what I have done. I never touched my fire, but once a seagull got too close and he couldn’t fly for weeks. The same horrible black color is snaking up the sunset dragon’s wings, so he looks less peach colored with some black markings and more like a black dragon with peach markings. His eyes, from what I can see of them, flicker brown then white, brown for a bit, then white again. 
“You will pay for that,” he says. His tail comes flying out of nowhere and I jump back. It makes a brief contact with my arm, and a burning sensation starts boiling beneath my scales. I limp away, trying to run but failing. He leaps onto my back, I collapse, and he flips me over so I can see his terrifying eyes. 
“Any last words?” He asks. Memories flash before my eyes- not from my first life, but after waking up on the ocean. Flying, exploring, laughing, singing, fighting these dragons, the burning of my arm after this dragon slashed me with his tail-
His tail. My tail. 
“Yes,” I growl. “But not yet.” I jab my tail barb straight into his spine. He jolts upwards, a face full of shock, and then he goes limp. I look at him, regret washing through my scales. He’s not breathing. 
Three moons, I killed a dragon. 
I flee to the passageways that connect the caves. We made a huge racket while fighting, and I wouldn’t put it past other dragons to see their dead comrade and then come after me.
What have I done?
=== Guilt ===
(Blood warning )
I am still limping, and my arm is burning like I set myself on fire. I can’t move it. I arrive at the lake cavern and fall to the ground. Glistening glowworms’ light reflects on the water. It is much calmer than the ocean. I come here whenever I want to escape the outside world- whenever I want it to be just me. 
Now I hide, huddling in a corner covered by stalactites. I inspect my injuries in the low light. My arm has a thin line of blood trickling out of it, and it has now gone completely numb, but it looks alright. My chest has a dark bruise, and aches a little, but doesn’t seem too bad. I wash off the blood encrusted on my scales. Most of it, I hope, is not mine. It feels familiar, scrubbing my arms and wings to rid of something sticky and dried on. 
After I have cleansed myself, I curl up behind the stalagmites. The towers of rock conceal me from the outside world. 
No one can see my tears. 
I killed a dragon. I killed him and hurt his friend and now I am in so much trouble. I don’t want to be that kind of dragon. I only want to hunt fish and crabs and the gulls that wander ashore. This is a memory I will not lose. 
And then I start to think- did I want to lose my former memories? Did I just- wish them away? Was I a murderer before, and that is why I left my home and came here? 
Is that why I almost drowned?
Can I get rid of what I have now? If I could, would I give up my life so I don’t remember what I have done?
No. If I hang on to this, I will know not to do it again. And there are so many things I don’t want to lose. 
I hear the buzzing of bug wings echoing down the passageway, and the clicking of claws. No gasps of horror or screams of rage, though. Maybe those dragons were traitors, and that’s what the swarm of dragons was for? Somehow, that seems too good to be true. I hear the new dragons hunting for me in near silence. They do not speak to one another. They just search, automatically, like this is something they do all the time. They never come into my lake cave, though. 
Maybe they should have. Maybe I deserve to be killed. 
It was self-defense, I growl at myself. Stop acting like a whimpering antelope! 
But I hurt… I killed…
I drift off into an uneasy sleep. 
The lake is as dark and eerily light as ever, but I can tell it is morning. I stretch my aching bones and wearily walk to the lake. I remember my arm too late- but somehow it does not hurt as much as yesterday. I can flex my talons now, and all numbness is gone. Hm. 
Carefully I slink back to my home cave. The dragons could have allies, waiting for me to return so they can ambush me and finish me off. 
The first thing I notice is that the bodies are gone. The second is that the cave is breathtakingly empty. They have taken everything that I found over the years. It opens a wound in my chest, so there is only a gaping wide hole where there used to be a home. 
I deserve this. I took a life, so they took one too. 
=== Found ===
Something is happening in the outside world. 
Dragons are flocking across the sea by the hundreds. Red and orange and green and blue and purple and brown and black. And pale yellow, like me. It excites me. There are other dragons like me! They even have the same wing shape. 
At the same time, I try to be wary. The last time that dragons came out in huge numbers, I was almost killed, and I- I…
I try not to think about it too much, even though it’s been almost a month. I have nightmares often, of faceless dragons screaming as I…
Not right now. Right now I worry about the masses of dragons migrating across the ocean. 
Will they find my hidden caves? Will they hurt me, or kidnap me and make me into a horrible monster? Or perhaps, will they see me as a murderer and punish me adequately- with death?
I am out when the skies are less full than they are usually. I like to come out at night, when the stars shine upon nothing but my beach, to gather food and supplies. But today was too perfect. There are only a few clouds, and one or two dragons dot the bright blue sky, but I am alone for the most part.
More and more twigs and leaves have been blowing ashore from inland. I find it unusual for the savanna, but many things have been different lately. I am bundling up a stack of firewood for tonight. The rainy season provides rare chances for dry kindling. 
I have a decent sized stack when a lone dragon comes floating across the ocean. He is one of the scorpion dragons- like me- with a dark tail barb and beach-colored scales. He notices me, and before I can head back to my cave he is diving towards me. He lands a half-wing length away and stares at me like I’m a ghost back from the dead. 
“Arch?” He questions, with so much hope that I’m tempted to say yes, that’s me, but I can’t.
“I… don’t know,” I admit. “I can’t remember anything.”
“Lift your wings,” he says, and I do. Along the edge there are a splattering of brown dots, there since I woke up. “It is you,” he says wonderingly, and then he throws his arms and wings around me. 
“It’s me, Drift!” He sobs. “Me and Mother and Father and Torch all thought you were dead! You just disappeared one day!” 
“Wait, what?” I ask, pulling away from him. “You mean I didn’t do anything wrong? I’m not a murderer?” 
“What? No!” He explains how I hated this war that was going on, how I believed so much in the Lost Continent, and how it was real- everyone on his continent didn’t know until a little while ago- and then his journey across to see it. “I didn’t think I would find you,” he finishes. 
And then I tell him about waking up in the middle of the ocean, not knowing anything, and how I made a life here. 
“This is amazing,” he gasps. “Let’s take you home.” I look across the sea, at the place that nearly killed me, and now I see that perhaps its an opportunity…
“Yes,” I say.  
And so I spread my wings and prepare for a journey that I know I’ve done before.  
This is the end! I’m thinking about making a sequel, so tell me if that’s something you would want to see. 
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