Early one crisp morning as the foam from the sea gushed up across the white sandy beach a young girl lay asleep amongst the waves. She had short orangish brown hair and seemed to be around the age of six or seven. She slept peacefully as her chest rose up and down, each breath moving to the rhythm of the waves themselves. Although she lay flat on her side in the bosom of the sea herself this mysterious girl was perfectly dry and warm. Not a drop of water touched her petite frame. The sea spray instead forged an alternate path around her body, leaving the sand underneath her dry and warm. It was as if the water was afraid to touch her like she was some holy relic to be feared by the eyes of men and gods alike.
The sun slowly began to rise on the horizon- a bright yellow ball of flaming magma. A cool breeze whispered across the bay calling to the coconut fronds- informing the mountains of the arrival of this new comer. Gulls squawked in the distance and the girl began to awaken. She was faintly aware of someone shuffling quietly and cautiously towards her; 'Hello?' came the voice of a young boy- nine years of age perhaps? Only just about to hit puberty. She heard him get closer and her eye lids flipped open. They looked around and investigated the surroundings, 'Who are you?' the boy spoke again. She rolled over slowly so she could just see the outline of his small face and messy brown hair over the brightness of the clear blue sky above, '…huh?' she moaned quietly,
'Where did you come from?' the boy asked…
