▶ Go Green
Finally I got this story done. About time too as my last one was written… half a year ago haha I had this idea in my head ever since my conversation about water with one of my friends, randomnessisagift. And that was about a year ago. I thought this would be an easy write, considering it was meant to be short and lighthearted. But it got more elaborated as I thought about it more. I think the only thing worth mentioning here is my first thought of the protagonist: “Dang, what a sadist.” haha really, though, it’s not true… I think.
Anyway what I decided on is a story full of silly, exaggerated, and overly winded descriptions that give—supposedly—the incident meaning. I did not specifically say what the characters are as the flow of the story didn’t allow me; I hope the descriptions explain this much. It’s very different from my last writing which was practically void of any descriptions. Overall, I guess this is okay although I still think the one prior to this, RPG, was more fun to write.
Lastly, I did not mean for this story to take this form but now it’s very much like a “go green” story haha
Beneath It All
I glided through the air, a mere inch above the water. The ocean roared and shrieked in my passing. I sent out wind that stung, that sliced down to the raging waters. A flurry of white waves came to life, swiftly rising up high, consumed with the livid desire to drag me underwater. I flew up, merely avoiding the ocean’s hungry mouth, and in return I blew out a gust of frigid wind. The water retaliated, its waves rising higher and higher, poised to devour me. At the first hand of water crashing towards me, I swiveled and twisted, nimbly dancing my way through the chaos I have started. It was a lethal dance that never failed to call forth the monstrous and wild beauty of nature.
The ocean’s screeches rose. Shrill and miserable, the screams were carried to the sky. Fury of waves continued to thrash me from below and as if the ocean’s cries for help were answered, droplets of water came from above. I looked up and sure enough it had begun to rain. The dance abruptly came to an end. The winds quieted, the waves still. Another scene was about to take place: the arrival of rain.
From the clouds in the sky, they rained down, hard, into the ocean’s now gentle surface. Poised and svelte, they sliced through the air with grace and they pierced the ocean like needles. Each and every droplet was an answer to the mesmerizing plea of the ocean. They knew that the sorrowful cries of loneliness and pain may only be appeased by them and so they rained right into the welcoming arms of the ocean.
At the mere touch of the water, they screamed in agony. Most immediately rose back into the sky, suffocating in the cruelty, abandoning the wretched ocean. Beneath their shrieks the ocean’s once lovely song morphed into a malicious spell. It continued to call out to them, crooning empty promises. They knew of the cruel fate that was about to befall them and yet they continued to rain down. They couldn’t do anything else for their love for the ocean was too strong.
I weaved in and out to avoid those who fled up, those who surrendered to the unbearable pain. The majority had already dispersed. Only fools would actually stay with the ocean. It didn’t matter though because in the end, they would all leave—battered, abused, insignificant.
There was one that was truly a fool. She had arrived weeks before with a batch of weaklings. All had already fled. All but her. She stayed. Because she had a purpose. It was not to merely answer to the calls of the ocean. She wanted to do more.
I continued dancing through the rain with only her in mind. It was always like that. In the midst of chaos, I could always find her. It was easy for I knew she would always be there.
She would rise from beneath the ocean’s depth. Simply floating there, invisible to the rest of the world, she would stay still, not seeming to mind the agonizing screams of her fellow people. Her entire being will move with the ocean, her voice melting into the spellbinding song. And once more I would be pulled in. The air about me will warm, the chafing wind in me will cease.
Filled with sudden giddiness, I hurried my search. It was then that a hand broke through the ocean’s surface. The ocean did not shatter. No waves, not even ripples. The hand simply slipped from water to air. It rose fluidly, full of grace. Water droplets tenderly rolled down the long fingers. The slender arm glinted in the sun.
And there she was.
Once again, I was reminded of it. Everyday, upon looking at her, I was reminded. A natural beauty. That was her.
I dove down to her. Just as the ocean called for rain, her presence lured me in. Compared to her, the endless blue before me was bleak, the suffocating sweetness of the ocean’s croons were nothing more but whispers. To me, she is the ocean.
She looked up at me and smiled, a calming sort of greeting. In that instant the harsh wind in me fully depleted, gone and nonexistent, as if it was never there to start with.
The rain had already stopped by then; the sky, peaceful and bright. Struck by sunlight—for even the emerging sun adored her—her entire being was embraced in a warm glow. It was at that time that I noticed an odd presence on her left wrist. Like the ocean, like her, it glistened in the sun and yet at the same time, it was different. The gleam surrounding the unknown item was unnatural, almost ominous, its light pulsating as if it was alive.
Even back then I knew I shouldn’t do anything. I was aware that I was not in the right position to do so. Wind and water do not mix. What she decides to do has nothing to do with me. I knew all this and yet I still lunged towards her wrist for a closer view. Back then, I didn’t know what was so anomalous about the atmosphere. All I was sure of is that the air around us practically chilled—and I was certain it was not my doing.
I squinted against its spiteful glint but it didn’t take long for me to surrender and avert my eyes from it, the smoldering light already too much to bear. Still powerless against the harsh light, I blindly reached out to it. As I got closer, I could feel the malicious atmosphere increasing, surging, expanding across the boundless ocean surface. For once, despite my nature, I felt excruciatingly cold. The sun that once bathed us in its light was long forgotten and surmounted.
Before I could get to it, she immediately yanked her arm beneath the waters. Its menacing glare dulled by the ocean, I could clearly see what it was. I grimaced. The air around me shook itself to life. The wind snaked about me, intrigued by my sudden calling.
A bottle. Its glass neck struck through her wrist.
A bottle. A gift from the loving ocean.
Attached to her. Wedged into her. Forever with her.
The wind whistled as I shot across the short distance between me and that horrid bottle. I reached out to it. The water shrieked at my frigid touch and with sharp knives formed, they cut through my arm. Waves came to being, pummeling me with their heavy palms, clearly taking full advantage of the rare opportunity to finally rid of me. Despite it all, I did not care, did not notice. All I saw was that bottle that had no place in the ocean and certainly not with her.
It was only when her arm began to loose its form did I find reason once more. I quickly withdrew and stared helplessly at her. She smiled at me and shook her head. Her hair blanketed the revolting bottle, shielding it from view. She raised a finger to her lips: a plea for silence. Then, she delved in deeper beneath the ocean: a promise to stay.
I let out a breath of frustration. That was the end of it. I couldn’t do anything else. And I would have left it at that. I really would have if weren’t for my distance. Having been rejected back to my territory, I could easily see her entire figure. The stark contrast of the oil stain against her overwhelming dress was what caught my attention first. A mesh of ropes and fish nets interweaved in her wild web of hair, twisting their way around the rest of her body. Beneath the soft glow about her, there was another presence, the same vibe the bottle secreted. I scrunched my eyes to get a better look and I realized they were degraded fragments of plastic scattered across her body. Similar to the bottle in her left wrist, the pieces emitted an eerie glow.
I stared, aghast, at the state she was in. My mind went blank once more. The wind picked up, reviving the waves. A thunderous howl broke through my chest and I charged towards her. She no longer looked like herself. With those foreign objects crammed against her, she was one with the ocean itself. My ocean. She was no more. Tainted, ridiculed, abused, she was no longer mine. She was theirocean now.
Wind and water clashing, intertwining, dancing, in the midst of it all, I made another attempt at seizing the garbage. Just as when I grabbed hold of the rope around her waist, she surged at me. The once serene face became wicked. She snarled filled with vile and loathing. She trashed against my hold while she writhed herself free. I held on tighter and I bent down to pluck the fragments of plastic from her dress. She lashed out her arms, flailing them in my face. I quickened my pace as I noticed the jagged wind slashing her limbs. I did not want to hurt her. I wanted to save her. To bring her back.
She shrieked. That single note hung in the air, ringing in my ears. There was no longer any animosity. Instead, it rung with desperation, as though she was pleading.
At the last piece of trash wrenched from her, I finally loosened my grip. The wind died down and so did the ocean. She laid there in the midst of trash. Compared to the chaos just moments before, the silence that followed was deafening. Hovering over her, I could hear her weak and rugged breathing. Slowly, she stretched out her arm and grasped hold of a piece of plastic floating near her. Bit by bit, the other particles followed, just as painstakingly as she had done. Everything that I took away from her, she called them back with loving embrace.
That was when I lost it. I snatched her from that horrible ocean and held her in my arms. I could already feel the wind in me chafing her bare skin, snipping away her abundant hair, tattering her dress but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want my ocean to become tainted. And so, together, we shot up to the open sky.
We traveled higher and higher, faster and faster. The destination was of no importance. I just wanted to take her away. No more pain, no more sacrifices. I only stopped at the boundary of my people’s territory. There, away from theirocean, I let my ocean free.
She floated away from me like wisp. Released from the cutting wind, she seemed like a completely different being. Her dress no longer trailed after her as their frayed hems barely hid her thighs. There was nothing to hide anyway for even her legs had mostly evaporated. The waterfall of hair was merely a small pool, not evening reaching the nape of her neck. Her right arm was entirely gone and only three of her slender fingers remained on the other hand. She was no longer whole, no longer herself.
She pushed herself to me. Eye to eye, she just stared at me. I expected anger, screams, blame. She did nothing but stare. Then she smiled.
I looked away in shame. I should have felt disgust, malice, pity, anything befitting the scene before me but there was none of those. Enamored, that’s how I felt. How charming she looked. In spite of everything that happened, she was still beautiful.
Down below, I saw the empty ocean. It was so forlorn and dark. I knew then what I had to do.
I stretched out my hand to her.
She looked at it amusingly, her grin widening each second. She placed her hand a few inches over mine and slowly our fingertips touched.
In that instant, she was gone. Evaporated. I was alone.
I stayed there for a while, numb and detached. My ocean. Gone. I wanted her back and yet at the same time, I was glad she was gone. I glanced down at the ocean, as though it was out of instinct, as if I would see her floating on the surface. Instead I saw the trash aimlessly bobbing around. They were just like the ocean: lost and lonely. Immediately my purpose was redefined.
I flew back to the ocean’s surface. This time, I did not succumb to mayhem. I positioned myself facing the shore and I blew out a gust of wind. Beneath, the ocean stirred itself. The fragments and ropes sprung up and moved towards shore, the soft waves lapping against them. I kept on propelling them to land. No longer against one another, the water assisted me along the way.
Surveying the ocean more closely than before, I could clearly see the lives underwater. Lively and colorful, creatures of all kind nimbly swam along, seemingly oblivious to all the turmoil from earlier. They were, as she was, magnificent. The giddiness came back and I felt rejuvenated.
As though she was still with us, the sharp wind in me no longer yearned to strike the ocean. My only concern was to get the trash off the water for if I did it right, there would be no doubt that she would return. Upon her next arrival, her stay would be longer. Trash will be nonexistent and she would be free to float around for as long as she wants. Perhaps then I would not mind her being with the dear ocean.
I would then point out to her. I would tell the world, “See her? That is Nature’s work at best. A natural beauty. That’s her.”
Then I would proudly continue and exclaim, “She is the ocean.”