The night was inky black and the gods had spilled their holy wine leaving it to seep across the heavens like a million pearls that gleamed and glittered in happy abandon. The ocean beneath was vast, the god Poseidon ruled beneath, slumbering as yet, the mere-folk going about their nautical business while the famous wrath of the Titans resided beneath great waters, rock and sand.
The woods near the long sandy beach were whispering sighs from the caves that dotted the deep recesses of the forest, the screech of a bird piercing the air as it flapped its wings and left the branch it had been sharing with an annoying partner, intent on mischief. The ground rumbled with mirth at the life in the sea, the life in the air and the life that pressed its hooves and feet in to her skin.
Across miles of uncharted ocean, a land lost to time, the Island waited for the man with the molten eyes and the woman who laughed like the wind.
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