Post by Seraph on Oct 16, 2021 0:58:08 GMT
It was the second ocean Elia had seen in her life. The first she had seen only a few days prior. It had intrigued her, however - the vastness of it, the spread of waves outward towards the horizon. There was a certain sense of scale that only came at the edges of the firmament, she thought. The Divine Appalachian Nation had no oceans, and she had not been prepared for their vastness - for the greatness of the world.
Perhaps she should not have been surprised that God had created on such a scale, but it was impressive nonetheless. Impressive, and... calming, Elia thought. It soothed her thoughts, those quiet waves, such things that she had never imagined. She stood upon the sand and watched the ocean, the depths she could not fathom.
Elia was not unaware that this was odd, at least to the other people on this beach. It was not a quiet one - it was evidently much appreciated by families, with children of various sizes running in and out of the waves. She watched them, here and there. Children were a gift of God, after all. The waves drew upward, then outward, something that seemed odd - but Elia knew little of oceans, and so like the others here, she merely stood and watched as the first rising of a dark writing shape came outward from the ocean.
It was not until the screaming began that Elia realized that this thing dragging itself onto the shore towards the people might not have been one of God's creatures after all. The instincts of mothers were not to be ignored, and those here thought their children were in danger. The children, being children, seemed to be running every which way. Elia may have known nothing of this creature from the deep, but something must be done anyway.
She reached behind herself and drew sword and spear, holding them in the Guard of the Cross and moving, slowly, towards the danger that was presumed, her eyes on the creature. Her Faith was not in her blades, though, but in her Voice.
"Y'all stay back from the water now. Walk straight back. Get over where it's safe first, then find your family."
It was the tone of a Command, God's faith in her rewarded, and the people knew in their souls to obey. Their steps began to carry them away from the water's edge, leaving Elia with little idea what she was meant to do next.
Perhaps she should not have been surprised that God had created on such a scale, but it was impressive nonetheless. Impressive, and... calming, Elia thought. It soothed her thoughts, those quiet waves, such things that she had never imagined. She stood upon the sand and watched the ocean, the depths she could not fathom.
Elia was not unaware that this was odd, at least to the other people on this beach. It was not a quiet one - it was evidently much appreciated by families, with children of various sizes running in and out of the waves. She watched them, here and there. Children were a gift of God, after all. The waves drew upward, then outward, something that seemed odd - but Elia knew little of oceans, and so like the others here, she merely stood and watched as the first rising of a dark writing shape came outward from the ocean.
It was not until the screaming began that Elia realized that this thing dragging itself onto the shore towards the people might not have been one of God's creatures after all. The instincts of mothers were not to be ignored, and those here thought their children were in danger. The children, being children, seemed to be running every which way. Elia may have known nothing of this creature from the deep, but something must be done anyway.
She reached behind herself and drew sword and spear, holding them in the Guard of the Cross and moving, slowly, towards the danger that was presumed, her eyes on the creature. Her Faith was not in her blades, though, but in her Voice.
"Y'all stay back from the water now. Walk straight back. Get over where it's safe first, then find your family."
It was the tone of a Command, God's faith in her rewarded, and the people knew in their souls to obey. Their steps began to carry them away from the water's edge, leaving Elia with little idea what she was meant to do next.