Diseased
Diseased
She couldn't describe it. It had started as a faint nagging in the back of her mind, right after he died, but now it was an intense and inescapable desire. She had to go to the ocean. Any ocean really. Anywhere from the Gulf of Lhun to the bay of Belfalas. She was diseased, and she knew it. The only cure: to see the waves crash upon the shore, hear the gulls cry, feel the soft sand between her toes, faintly holding on to the warmth of the sun as it slowly sailed back to the doors of night, leaving the sky to be illuminated by the pale light of the moon and stars. But this day would never come, and she knew it. She was clinging to her love for the long dead king to sustain her. She did not have much time left; that was the deal: to share the fate of her lover for a chance to live with him for as long as his mortality decided. And now she was alone, her husband long dead, traveling home to her birth land. She could have taken the road to the sea, could have cured her fatal disease, but she knew fate would not allow it. So instead she was headed inland to the land of her grandmother who had long since passed over the seas. But she was already fading; her hope, her Estel slipping away. "Who knows" she mused, "maybe I will get a chance to see him again." And she was gone.