My Mother The Waves

A Chapter by Aurora .I.

The small, smooth layer of grained sand that covers the hard rock I rest my feet on is felt beneath me. The small, shinning clear droplets scatter amongst my face. I feel the wind caress me, like a mother and her new born child. I look out into the many layers of blue, seeing the soft, forceful crashing of the waves against the rocks. I quickly look down, slightly ashamed. I am mortal and I know no mortal like me is allowed to be blessed with such a sight. But yet I still come here. I know I’m cursed to the fiery place under the earth. To it’s deepest, darkest cell, but I can’t deny the yearning to come back. So I keep on coming, over and over again. Sometimes I hide in the little caverns beneath the rocks. To the little cave I’ve come to call my own. Other times, like now, I am in plain sight. I know it’s wrong. I know I should leave. I know I shouldn’t be here. I have to leave.
“No, just a few more minutes,” I whisper softly, closing my eyes, listening to the only mother I’ve ever known. She’s talking to me and I’m listening to her sweet melody “Than I’ll be done”

So I continue to stand there while mother nature spills the secrets of the universe to me. While she tenderly holds, caresses, sings, even loves me if I wanted to believe. I once heard, in a story book maybe, that mother nature loves all her children, even scum like me. But I knew it was a lie, for I was mortal and no creature, spirit or thing could love a mortal, it was against the law. When I was younger, I remember asking ‘Why am I so evil? Is it because I’m mortal?’
No one I asked ever gave me an answer, or at least a straight one. They said to be quiet or that my race did bad things. But that only left me more and more confused, so, set in my naïve ways, I continued to ask. They either ignored me, scolded me or sent me back to my caretaker. Once I was even beaten because I kept to my pestering. Over the years, I just learned to keep silent. Though the questions still float through my head. ’What did we do? To whom? Did we destroy?’

“Lil’ girl, ye know yer not supposed to be bein’ here.” I laugh despite the malicious, gruff tone of the words stated.
“I know,” I turn to smile at the being the voice belonged too “But Graivel, you can’t say you blame me.”
The half bull, half deer creature with a huge round nose piercing that I’ve come to know as my caretaker huffed. “If Ursta and her wacked in the head guards be catch’n ya, it won’t matter if I blame ya or not, Affire‘, you know humans aren’t allowed.”
I snickered and jumped to my feet.
“Than I’m jus’ gonna ‘ave to be real sneaky, right old champ?” I wink and walk towards to him, holding out my hands in front of my in surrender “Oh great Graivel,” I cried enthusiastically “I surrender! Bring thy body to the murky, blood scarred dungeon to be sacrificed and turned into some seaweed stew!” I bowed down on my hands and knees on the dirt in front of Graivel. It was silent. Waiting.
‘Dang’ I thought, desperately urging to punch the rocky floor ‘I thought I’d-’ The hoarse but booming laughter from Graivel interrupted my thoughts.
“Ye could give the great Astrella a run for her gold n’ land, las. Her gold n’ land, Affire‘.”
I got up from the ground and dusted the dirt off my torn and patched clothes. I grin ear to ear and bow
“Thank you very much, you fine gentle bull. But aren‘t you supposed to arrest me?” I smirk deviously.
He smiled at me softly than sighed and scowled “Affireal Ignius Jones, If ye were born a lad, yer name would be Lucifer. Ya can’t be goin’ around making mischief all ‘round and breaking every single rule in the book! One of these days yer going to be getting‘ hurt, please heed my warning,” He sighed and put a hand my head, making me look at him “I won’t be able to save ye, Affire’. One day-”
“I know. I know.” I hissed, shoving his arm off my head “I’ve heard it a trillion times from a quadrillion people. ‘One of these days yer gonna have to be doin’ yer own savin‘, right? What does it even mean anyway? It wouldn’t even matter if I didn’t come here, or cause mischief, I’m still human! A mortal! They’d still hate me!” I stomped and sat down on the rock “I don’t even know why.” I mumbled.
“When yer-”
“Don’t give me that pile of dung Graivel. Don’t you dare say ‘When yer older’. Because you’ve and everyone else, been saying the same thing since the day I could remember. And I’m sick of hearing it.” I turn away from him.
“I’m sorry Affire’, I want to tell ya. Truly I do. I just can’t. Your not of age to know.” He said, it hurt in my chest because his words were so full of sorrow. I knew he meant it. I knew he did. If there was one person who I ever even considered loving me, it was Graivel. He was like a father to me. And he considered me like a daughter. He was the only one who would take me when I was a babe. He was the one that taught me how to walk, how to swing on the vines, how to climb a tree, how to row a boat and fish. When I got older he took me as an apprentice, he showed me all the secrets his father had taught him about blacksmiths work. He even convinced Mrs. Krug to take me on as a books keeper apprentice, where I learned how to bind books and how to read and write. He was always getting me out of trouble, showing me right from wrong. He was there through all my emotions, trough all the taunting the villagers threw at me. He even risked getting executed by showing me this place. I knew he wanted to tell me, truly I knew. I know he’s trying to protect me from something. But despite this, I still want to know what it is and despite everything he’s done for me, I’m furious he won’t tell me. So I sit silently, facing the waves, until his booming steps, turned into soft footsteps, transformed into nothing.