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{{Ex-Dee
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{{Tide
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{{Female
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{{Quiet/Prefers solitude/Likes rituals/Old in mind, though she is young/Creative/Writes stories/Tender towards children/Unforgiving towards mistakes/
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She came here. Night after night. Month after month.
Never mind the weather. Never mind the day.
It seemed to be compulsory to her; once, she had fallen asleep, exhausted, to find herself on the rocky cliff that overlooked the rough sea which pounded against sharp stones and washed away anything it could. She understood that.
She understood its power, perhaps better than most. Because no matter how strong you are, the tide always wears everything away.
So she came here under the veil of the night, and watched everything change, yet nothing change at the same time. Same old cliff. Same old rocks. Same old ocean.
Same old Her.
She didn’t use to live here. Her name wasn’t always known as simply Tide. But she had forgotten her old name. Or rather, she had pushed it back, as it dredged up old memories.
That night, across the ocean, she had watched with her honey-coloured eyes, her brother swimming, while she watched carefully over him, a loyal sister, always. He had become tired, and swam in. She had looked for a towel, but couldn’t find one – and she couldn’t ask him to walk beyond the tall protective cliff of rocks that shelter them from the harsh breezes. ‘Stay here,’ she had told him, ‘stay.’ And she went off to find another towel; her brother loved to swim at night, no matter the cold, so she had collected plenty of towels for her baby brother. She came back, watching the sky amusedly as a wishing star flew across the sky. She didn’t wish for anything. While she would never tell her brother, she believed wishing stars were useless.
Besides, she had everything she wanted, everything she loved.
She trotted onto the beach, calling her brother’s name. But he wasn’t there. Nothing. And the tide was in, washing away any hint of paw prints. She called his name again, panicking. ‘No!’ she screamed inside. But there wasn’t anything, nothing.
So she ran away.
The tide washed out, foaming white horses bouncing from dark depths to disappear once more, as the ocean’s might submitted to the pull of the moon. Tide stood up, and trotted down an empty path, honey-coloured eyes searching the sky, for any hint of a wishing star. Nothing. It was always nothing.
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