Shore

The darker the rocks, the deeper the ocean, most likely it lies there. So the stories went. The moon shone bright against the black water, rocking gently against the shore. She stepped back from the cold water rolling in.

The night was unnaturally quiet. There were no hoots. No, nothing to tell her that the world around her existed. There was only one purpose. Only the spell on her lips.

She knelt on the dark rocky shoreline, taking a chalk out of her satchel. She began drawing th...