went from time to time, but you were
always constant. Maybe it was by
God's hand or some cruel kind of magic
that you changed from that beautiful
tide. It wasn't sudden, the transformation.
It came with the seasons of a new year.
The tide went out as always, but did
not return. Instead, the ocean crashed
into itself and destroyed the beautiful
tide. But it didn't. It changed it. Changed
the beautiful tide into something
ugly. Something dark and filled with hate.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to my
beautiful tide. If it's gone, or if by another
movement of God's hand or some new
kind of magic, it might return. But I
forget these thoughts, because it's easier
than thinking them.
As Serena put down her pen, her cerulean eyes skimmed over the neatly written script before her. She was never one for poetry, but recently something had been… off. Lots of things actually.
Things were good again. She and Darien were as in love as they had been all those thousands of years ago. She had never been closer to the friends she had fought beside for years now. Luna herself had said that Serena was begging to mature too. Her grades were slowly but surely rising, she was eating less like a pig, more like a human.
But something was definitely wrong. The young girl couldn't quite put her finger on it. In a bid to gather her thoughts and maybe come to a conclusion Serena had started a diary two weeks ago but found it wasn't for her. But this 'Thing' as she had named it, was driving her to distraction – noticeably so. So she confided in her closest friend, the first sailor scout besides herself- Amy. She trusted the cobalt headed girl with her life and with her issues. Amy put it down to stress from upcoming exams, but suggested poetry as a way to put down her feelings in a way she could describe without confusing or upsetting herself.
So there she was, sat at her desk at 3.00 AM. And even she didn't understand what she had written. But after the first word, the words seemed to fly out of the pen, as if they had been trying to escape all along. Serena wasn't even sure they were her words, much less what they decribed.
"'The Beautiful tide' huh?" She whispered into the night. After a moments thought, 'The Beautiful Tide' landed in a crumpled ball in her bin and Serena herself landed face down on her bed. In exactly 6 heartbeats she was dead to the world, having fallen into a dreamless sleep.
Only to be woken by a strange man and his ferret.