Gasp after slowly dwindling gasp she fell into a darkness that brought no dreams. She lay wrapped in braids of kelp. The sea began to wash over her fair skin. Would she be taken by the deadly salt water a final time or will all be lost in the darkness she rightfully owns. She moved at the waist and a faint and distant, deep roar caught her awareness. It was laughter she thought and so it was.
"How are you going to travel my road you washed up queen of the sea?"
"Huh?" "Oh my head is going to burst"
The warm sand away from the splashing water seemed much more comfortable for her as she slowly came to her senses.
"Where am I?" "Who are you"
"You are in a hard place fair lady" "I am Rock." and I am on the final test to prove myself worthy of my fathers throne"
"You were not a part of this test until now. Now you can choose to be with me and suffer any consequences from my choices or stay here or wander, you are welcome to stay by me. But know that you now complicate my quest two fold"
"How do you get the throne?"
"The throne can never be gotten but only it's prize of Joy and Peace. You see the throne is about the work my father has done and weather or not I am able to do the same."
She solidified within herself and came to organizational composure; sobriety.
"What do you need to do?"
"The last test on my quest is to choose and so you must as well and that may keep us together or send us in different directions."
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