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fandomtownies2009-06-12 07:55 pm
endsthegame) wrote in fandomtownies2009-06-12 07:55 pm
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The Beach, Friday Evening
Of course it wasn't dark when Ender walked down the beach that night. He knew better than that - he wasn't suicidal, or at least as close to not-suicidal as he got, with his internal demons knowing better than to let him take any easy way out. But the dark was starting to seep through, just tiny touches of black amongst the afternoon skies...
He found the raft with ease, and dragged it out of hiding. Some of the wood had been eaten at, but for the most part, it was still intact. With Battle School-granted strength he pushed it down the beach and into the water. It kept afloat.
Next, Ender's feet touched the sand, and then the water. His fingers touched the raft, and then the rest of him did. It held again, tall and defiant against the rising water. Ender smiled a little - an actual smile, for once - and crawled on the rest of the way.
As the raft drifted slowly into the water (and yes, he'd brought a paddle, so he could get back to the island in a little bit) he thought about the effort that had gone into it last winter. The argument with Ben was piddling, pointless and utterly inane; thoughts of Karal made it easier to smoothe out his own roaring waters of confusion. They didn't really matter all that much.
And there he stayed, for an hour or two, until it threatened to become so dark that he couldn't return - thinking of a Sun Priest, thinking of the future, and trying to compensate for any feelings of longing he might feel towards a winter when things were simple, and another summer just like it.
[ beach is open, and Ender is accessible if you want to call across the water for him ]
He found the raft with ease, and dragged it out of hiding. Some of the wood had been eaten at, but for the most part, it was still intact. With Battle School-granted strength he pushed it down the beach and into the water. It kept afloat.
Next, Ender's feet touched the sand, and then the water. His fingers touched the raft, and then the rest of him did. It held again, tall and defiant against the rising water. Ender smiled a little - an actual smile, for once - and crawled on the rest of the way.
As the raft drifted slowly into the water (and yes, he'd brought a paddle, so he could get back to the island in a little bit) he thought about the effort that had gone into it last winter. The argument with Ben was piddling, pointless and utterly inane; thoughts of Karal made it easier to smoothe out his own roaring waters of confusion. They didn't really matter all that much.
And there he stayed, for an hour or two, until it threatened to become so dark that he couldn't return - thinking of a Sun Priest, thinking of the future, and trying to compensate for any feelings of longing he might feel towards a winter when things were simple, and another summer just like it.
[ beach is open, and Ender is accessible if you want to call across the water for him ]