Birth of Roxen

The beginnings of a undeveloped Temp-named protagonist….

The spray hit hard and fast. The raging ocean smashed herself against the rocks as if in delirious lament. The winds sliced past his naked chest as he moved towards the end of the breakwater. The chill in the weather could not match the chill in his heart. The screaming storm could not stand up to the storm in his soul. His feet slipped on the slime covered rocks. Losing his balance, he fell sharply, cutting his hands and thighs upon the jagged rocks. Sliding down the sharp slope, he landed in a little pool of rotting water, bleeding profusely. And there, lying in his own blood and sweat, in a pool of murky brown seawater, Roxen saw the sunrise. A dazzling silver light engulfed him, and he floated into the arms of the winds, borne away by the cruel twists of destiny. He saw the lives of many souls unfold, and felt the wisdom of ages creep into his very being. There, lying in a murky brown pool of rotting seawater, in the creeping daylight, Roxen drifted towards destiny, death and darkness.

~ by aecoss on February 12, 2009.