05-04-2010, 08:18 PM
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Alexandria had been on the ocean. He could gaze into the distance and envision terrible things at the edges of the unfathomable—believing that the edge of the world lay somewhere far ahead. He’d sailed with his mother across the ocean, coming to this place where a fraction of his heritage lay. But he was more than a simple mortal. Standing at the edge of the sea as still and silent as the stones around him, he watched as the night slowly fell across the land. Clouds had since stolen away the sun, draining away all of the colors with it and leaving a grayscale landscape behind. Darkness was steadily falling before the hour it would have otherwise, and somewhere hidden behind the clouds stars sparked into existence. It was cold out now, but he held any tremors at bay, knowing that he was a prince of royal blood with an image to uphold where even the slightest hint of weakness was not permitted. If he failed, he would fail not only his line but himself as well. Everything he did must be carefully calculated, with a sharp mind and careful wit. He welcomed the darkness, tipping his head slightly back to stare up in reverent awe as the moon broke through the cloud cover. He thought of his mother and his home, losing himself in the silvery glow. Senses remained alive but thoughts drifted, lingering on a land and a backward flowing river half a world away. |