Here's a little oneshot for you all while I write the next chapter of my WITCH story (hopefully it will be out in the weekend!).
This was something I wrote last year for a school writing portfolio. This writing piece got me an Excellence mark (I'm in the New Zealand education system, just so you know).
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Water
The water. A combination of double hydrogen atoms paired with one oxygen atom… according to her friend with abnormally rapid brain growth. She focused her mind again on the persistent "drip drip drip", as if millions of dogs were calling to her – their master.
It sloshed and trickled, more graceful than any gymnast, more deadly than a Great White. Through the disappearing mists, the invisible blanket of silence and the striking reaches of the sun's rays, the splashing roared like thunderclaps. Through her eyes she saw the ocean reaching out and opening its jaws. Every flying droplet had its own divine soul. The deep colour fiercely screamed and gently lulled to her at the same time.
Then, three serpents were born from the beast's majestic belly. Pure oceanic creatures they were, rising and swirling like soundless, crystalline rattlesnakes. One leaped and twirled, momentarily morphing into an aquatic dragon. It plunged back to where it came from, sending blue waves and white diamonds sky high.
She took a running leap, and the sea opened its arms to embrace her. She entered her natural habitat. The smell of the aquatic neighbourhood invigorated her senses. The fishes swarmed her excitedly, greeting her. The coral bowed down to her. And despite the human trappings of her mortal self, her lungs pumped like normal. The ocean. The water. That was her gift.
For an hour she swam, and the world's burdens were washed away from her. Never once needing to surface, she dived deeper and deeper. Sometimes, just sometimes, the dark can be good. The dark can be comforting. It can be home. There is no light without darkness, nor dark without light.
The algae stroked her gently as she continued her descent. The luminous living lanterns of the darker underworld cheerily greeted her. She waved back, and a couple swirled playfully around her. She laughed and giggled in ecstasy, bubbles joyously arising around her head.
But soon enough, she knew it was time to go. Friends were waiting for her on the surface. And so she swam. Back into the glowing rays filtering through the abyss. Back into the schools of fish and the villages of coral. Back into the seaweed that flowed and stirred. The Big Apple of the Deep was re-welcoming her.
She broke the surface, droplets morphing into soaring gulls. Her environment screamed in excitement. The waves lapped at her lovingly, and the sun and clouds twinkled with amusement. With a mental command, a jet of water launched her at the shore. She somersaulted and her feet touched down on the sand. The area was isolated and quiet.
After spending a few moments dragging her toes through the smooth grains, she jogged lightly back to the beach camp. Her friends were already there, preparing dinner over the warmth of a shining, golden fire. A tall blonde came over to her.
"How did practice go?"
The girl looked back at the horizon, the blue hues of the ocean harmoniously blending with the violet strokes of the sky.
"Swell," she replied. The waves of the tide gently bobbed up and down in silent agreement with her.
If you're wondering, yes, one of the additional powers I've given my Irma is that she can breathe just fine underwater. Which will open up some dynamic stories later down my timeline.