Oricx’s Journey, part 1
The wispy ebb and flow of the great sea gently rocked the tiny Genasi baby as would a loving mother. This particular Genasi, however, had no loving mother. The infant floated on his back in utter silence. Days of lonely drifting with only the sound of the ocean and the occasional passing bird had long since exhausted the child of his screams. He now only cried on the inside for his throat was too sore to release even the slightest gasp. Breathing was possible, for now, but soon it too would cease.
Day turned to night in an instant. Through the darkness created not by the failing of the light but by the failing of the body, the newborn Genasi saw a small glowing pin point far off in the distance. The glow grew brighter as he experienced a sense of falling. He was not falling toward the light, but parallel to it. Nonetheless, the glow grew brighter. As he fell, he felt himself slow as if falling into a large pillow. All motion seemed to stop and a gentle yet stong deep voice sounded from all directions at once. “Not yet little one, I have much work for you to do.” The world suddenly became sound. A loud crashing sound like a million sounds blended together in a horrid symphony of the end of all things…
Oricx’s Journey is © Jeff Bates
