breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink
After what feels like years, she finds herself feeling more rested before she stumbled onto the shore of the island. Eva is reminded again, with every wave that pushes itself onto her youthful body, that she has been given a task to complete. The blue fairy had called out to her, among several others, to help her solve some problem. A problem she truly did not know about (she knows truly nothing about the plague that the dryland suffers in now), but somewhere she felt the need to be one of those that brought a piece back to the ocean-like fairy.
It was her responsibility to look after the waters. The waters had made her a daughter of the sea, giving her more than a life, she probably would not have found on the bone-bleached beach. It would have only been death that had found her there in the end.
With every ache in her body still, she moves with determination now. The pain is not as painful as it was before, but this time it is bearable. Eva lifts herself up from the seashore of the island. She finally takes a look to see where she has washed up on.
There is a bright blue sky. Underneath her is a warm and white sand. Almost as white as the pearls she has found within the waters. A cool breeze tosses her sunset ombre colored mane. Her golden-orange eyes search across the beach, looking for any sign of the seashells the fairy had mentioned that her and others needed to bring back to the mountain.
Unfortunately, there are none to be found.
Eva frowns with disappointment, but she does not give up. She looks to the right, noticing the strange structures that linger in the distance. Her gaze then turns to the left, where the beach continues down but is empty.
Which way was she to go?
Her gaze flickers back in further between the two directions. One way would likely lead her to the seashells she needed to find. But what was the right path?
The empty beach looked hopeless to her. So, it seemed the seashells would likely be near the strange structures in the direction towards the right. It looks like she would be going to the right then.
Eva makes her way down the right direction of the island, heading towards the strange structures. With every movement of her limbs, her body aches. She stumbles from time to time as she still finds walking on dryland uncomfortable and strange. But eventually she reaches the strange structure that dot the beach.
Eva
Eva chooses to go right towards the structures.