The morning air sank in and the cold of night slowly went away. Turion stood by the threshold of the cave watching the night turn into day. The sun’s rays began to spread across the sky, painting it a shade of magenta and light blue, the sand’s gray color turned golden, and light began to reach the mountainside. He watched the waves pull back and return, yet bringing nothing back with them. No one had asked him to guard the doors, but he had wanted to.He turned to look back into the cave. Nim...