He had come to the final resolution the night before and, now, there he was, facing the rather large in stature God whose spaded, spiked tail impatiently swayed behind him. Juuku watched as the small wings fluttered, fanning out with a stretch before his sea green eyes leveled, or rather looked up, toward Rebellion’s ocher orbs. For the first time Juuku stared at them quietly, pursing his lips. They reminded him of Pele’s and perhaps that was what caused him to believe that Ezriel wasn’t all bad; there was so much that Juuku had learned over the length of time which had opened his eyes concerning Rebellion. After the sentenced slumber Ezriel had awoken and now the memories of the past were haunting him and those long forgotten emotions, the bitter pains, were resurfacing. Not too long ago Ezriel had lashed out at Juuku and the scars upon his face were proof enough of a God who was trying to find his footing, putting the pieces together and making sense of the time which had eluded him. While the past was being reconstructed, Ezriel was only beginning to realize the mishaps and misfortunes that had cowardly blind sighted him. Perhaps it was fear- fear of losing something else, losing someone that was so precious to him like he already had. Surf knew that Pele was the only family he had left and seeing to it that she was not harmed or treated cruelly had become Ezriel’s main focus aside from his domain. But there was also a bigger picture that had yet to be taken into consideration- one that Juuku had to address.
“I never mean for this to happen, Ezzie. You know better than anyone that I never meant to hurt Pele or you.” Juuku’s tone was sincere, warm as a smile slowly spread across his maw for a moment before he took a more serious turn. Compassion and affection for the God had yet to waiver. “I’m sorry, dude. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save Fallaji and Ku-“
“You killed Kutu,” Rebellion retorted bitterly, taking a step to close to proximity between them. “You couldn’t do anything because it was your goddamn swell which pulled him under and suffocated him. Fallaji was already imprisoned but Kutu- you took away the only thing I had left from her.”
“I tried to stop it, I didn’t mean to kill him- you know that!”
Ezriel snorted. “I don’t know what to believe. First Kutu and then you weaseled your pathetic self with my sister and then another mystery lioness. Are you truly sorry? Do you hold any damn remorse for what you’ve done?” Rebellion didn’t allow Juuku to even open his maw as he continued. “I remember the past, perhaps not fully but I know enough to know that God I once considered a friend has transformed into an enemy; to my knowledge it’s usually Rebellion who’s expected to act out and distance themselves from the norm but instead of representing your domain you’ve taken the role of a jackass now.” His tone was cold, belittling and unforgiving. A snarl flashed across his maw. “Traitor.”
The younger god pinned his ears against his skull, furrowing his brows as he bit down upon his lower lip. He deserved that, Juuku thought. Perhaps he could have done more to save Kutu, to keep the lioness, Mina, at bay that one day but his oblivious and often aloof mentality had gained the upper paw and because of this three lives were ruined; the loss of Kutu, the disgrace to his mate and the loss of a friend. His heart ached if only to realize what had been done. Juuku had tried his best to mend the rifts which had ruptured but it seemed futile. Had he not realized what he had done? The weight of guilt seemed to suddenly force itself upon his shoulders while his very heart felt suffocated, constricted with the resurfacing pains of so long ago as the bitter reminder only made Surf wince. Tears began to well within his eyes before they began steadily trailing down his face accompanied by a choking voice. He never meat for this to happen. He was left puzzling the puzzles apart and putting them back together, trying to find the order in all things or make odds and ends with the past. There were so many questions that needed answers but it seemed that they couldn’t compete with how loud his heart was speaking, screaming inside of him. Juuku opened his mouth slightly as the words which he desperately sought to speak, the words pleading for forgiveness, were fleeting while his tongue felt as if it was replaced by a brick and was now lodged within his throat. Breaths were shaking while his very chest constricted, searching as it felt the very air was depleting from out of the atmosphere. He swallowed as his eyes diverted away.
“It’s all my fault.”
Ezriel bared his teeth. “It will always be your fault,” he seethed.
A deadly mix of malice, anger and tempered emotions churned inside of him- causing the God to simply be overrun with the need to retaliate to fight for what was lost to him, to settle a score that seemed something of great importance; something to crusade for, even. The feelings within had been confined within him for so long that they were ruthlessly clawing at the back of his mind, howling for the God to do something. Behind the metal mask that guarded his face, the God flexed his claws and shifted his weight to his back legs, hunkering ever so slightly upon the balls of his feet as his hindquarters sunk toward the ground. Rebellion lowered his head ever so slightly as the curved horn aligned with the God. He had been battling his inner demons all along, even since the first time he struck Juuku. But they were screaming, churning up a storm of emotions which only beckoned for him to lash out. Even as the God of his domain Ezriel was still susceptible to his own emotions, his own thoughts, rebelling against him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was wrong- this was better left alone rather than something that would escalate into a full pursuit. That familiar seize of adrenaline already began flooding through his veins as it numbed the God from all sense of coherence and logic. A feral snarl escaped from his maw with a thrumming growl. Only a few moments passed before Rebellion leapt forward, lunging towards Juuku.
It seemed to happen in a split second. Juuku had watched the God from out of the corner of his eye yet his body couldn’t muster a reaction. How could it? This was his fault- everything somehow was tied to him. Had his body been screaming on the inside perhaps the God would have had some common sense to try and evade the oncoming attack yet there he stood- watching as unsheathed claws and fangs propelled toward him. Juuku couldn’t run, he couldn’t hide from what had happened or from the past- perhaps this was what needed to be done, perhaps this would make amends. Perhaps when goodbye came it would take him back to the start if only to bring about a clean slate and a new beginning. The sudden thrust of weight directed toward Surf caused him to loose his balance, his body being flung like a rag doll across the ground as he tumbled with little attempt to find his footing or balance. One would think that the God would have some sense in defending himself but, in his mentality, he couldn’t find a reason to. It truly wasn’t in his nature, nor had it ever been, to hurt someone else. Even the mere thought of taking a swipe at Ezriel created an unsettling and rather upsetting feeling inside of him.
Ezriel was someone he highly regarded and respected even if the God hadn’t always been so ‘keen’ in thinking the same thing. It was common knowledge and practice that a dude never would fight with his best dude no matter what and this situation was no exception to the rule.
Lying on the ground in a heap of fur and limbs the God struggled to his feet. He squinted his eyes struggling to see clearly as dirt and debris clung to his face and the unpleasant, sandy sensation had infiltrated his maw. His muzzle wrinkled as he gave a rather sour expression and spat on the ground. Juuku shifted, pawing at his face as he tried to right himself up off the ground but only winced with pain, sucking air between his teeth as he tensed. The pain was only starting to register within his brain while that trickling, warm sensation of the all too familiar crimson liquid seeped into a puddle upon the ground. Juuku slowly glanced to the side before he closed his eyes. A large gash tore through his side which only caused his nerves and body to become stinted with pain and leaving his body somewhat stunned as he looked toward Ezriel with a somber expression.
Rebellion had lunged and aimed directly for the stomach. Although he hadn’t managed to create a direct blow he had, for now rendered the God motionless. But Juuku wasn’t fighting; the damn fool hadn’t struggled or done anything to evade. What the hell was he doing? Ezriel gritted his jowls together, narrowing his ocher orbs. “Get the hell up on your feet and fight, Juuku,” he hackled. “Get up!” A bellowing roar erupted from Rebellions chest if only to cause a stilled silence to hush around them. All eyes, if any dared to show themselves from seclusion, felt as if they were watching- awaiting for what was to come or if the madness would only escalate further into mayhem. But even with the demand given Surf didn’t budge and only continued to stare towards the large God, shaking his head as sullen tears welled up within his eyes and began to stream down his face. But if only to delight Rebellion, he watched as the God staggered to his paws and stood.
Ah, so now he would fight!
Without wasting a mere second Ezriel lunged again as his jaws found themselves around Juuku’s throat. His massive weight caused the younger God to become pinned toward the ground as Ezriel pressed his weight against him if only to crush his lungs. Mercilessly Rebellion struck blow after blow- biting, tearing and clawing as crimson began to mat and taint the familiar coat of white and blues with now pinks, blemished purples and reds. All of these pains harbored within were being expressed- rebelling against their master as they surfaced and uncontrollably lashed out. Rebellion’s mind was surreal, numb as he suddenly tightened his grip upon the Gods neck. But as his vice grip intensified around Surf’s neck he stared into the Gods eyes as there was again no struggle, no attempt to even defend himself. Another feral snarl flashed upon Rebellion’s maw as crimson seeped and stained his maw with the warm, metallic taste. Staring into Juuku’s eyes intensely, the God perked his ears upward as he could hear the true desires of Juuku’s heart, hearing its wishes and longings which only he could understand. But what it sought for, what it desired most only had the power to render even Ezriel speechless and still. Slowly the God removed his maw from around the God’s neck and stared, shaking his head.
"Why do you want that?" He blatantly asked. "Because of me? Because of this?"
"Because it has to happen, Ez. It's suppose to."
Juuku's tone was saturated with a relaxed sound- perhaps the idea of all of this had finally sunk in and he had made peace with it yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but continue to let the tears weep from his eyes. Surf was bloody, bruised and broken- he was hanging by a thread but he felt as if time, for once, was on his side. Although his overall appearance was bloodied and battered and the very life he still claimed or held onto was a mystery the God only chuckled softly as a small, warm smile curled across his maw. "No one can escape ridin' the last wave out to the sea. It comes for us when we don't realize we're ready or when we've hit the home stretch."
Ezriel nearly lept off from the God and to the side, standing back a bit as he shook his head, maw hanging ajar slightly. "Don't ******** talk like that," he bristled. "You don't know that!"
Rebellions mind began to race as it seemed the damage he caused was sinking in. What had he done or, rather, what had he become- a monster? He gritted his jowls together more fiercely as he snarled, cursing in a scolding manner to himself as his frame shook slightly and posture stiffened. His own emotions had rebelled against him, getting the better of him which had resulted with Surf hanging by whatever life force was keeping him tied to the world, for the moment at least. Blind rage and emotions had done this and perhaps that was worse than what Juuku had done. But as Ezriel thought about it the more pieces of the puzzle seemed to fit together and becoming clear. Juuku had tried to save Kutu but the swells he created were what had stolen him away from Ezriel and, here, Ezriel had tried to protect his sister but he had become rebellious in seeking to eliminate a threat, he felt, to he and his sisters very relationship. And now that block in the road, Surf, was fading not because of what he had done but because the sand within his hour glass was slipping, trickling down to the last grains of sand. A wave of guilt seized him while his heart began to ache, pained with the realization that his paws would be the cause for another death of a God, a death caused by him.
Ezriel closed his eyes from behind his metal mask while he seized a breath from behind his teeth, his muscles tensing. "Damn it."
The subtle blue-green eyes of the God watched Rebellion with sympathy as compassion and sadness filled him. Juuku had always been a rather understanding and easy going individual and even now he remained the same. He understood better than anyone that Ezriel had always been protective of his sister, making sure that nothing ever happened to her and both he and Rebellion had a history of friendship- if one could believe, a close understanding of one another as their domains, although different connected in unexpected ways. Just like rebellion, the surf went against the normal glassy surface of the ocean and lashed out, taking what was near it and, at times, what it wanted. It was unpredictable and could even drag the most oblivious individual into its depths and, once consumed, they were subject to a force that so vigilantly wore a mask; it never had a set definition or expectation. Although it would seem that their history and existence with each other was rocky their very past existed of a sense of brotherhood and family. Watching as he could see the pain and rush of emotions causing the God to reel, Surf attempted to crawl towards him.
"It's not... your fault, Ez." Juuku gasped for a breath as he struggled, hoisting himself to unsettling paws as a crimson trail tarried behind him.
Ezriel shook his head as he bared his teeth, ears flattening against his head. He felt as if he had killed his own brother- a friend who, no matter what hell he had put him through, had always remained faithful and loyal. There were few who Ezriel could ever give such a title but Juuku had earned it. The gall of bitterness had pitted itself inside of Rebellion's stomach, only making it worse as Juuku was coming near him. His very chest tightened as he quickly padded towards the God, leaning up against him to stabilize him and keep him from going any further.
"Of course its my damn fault," he growled. From behind his protective mask small tears began to trail from behind their metal fortress and roll down his face. "I did this. I DID THIS!" His voice was yelling, becoming worked up as his spaded and spiked tail swept behind him with frustration. "You have always been a brother to me when I didn't deserve it and what have I been? A b*****d. I've been the jackass- my domain has created me to become a jackass to my brother-in-law and disregard our friendship." The barriers and walls which had religiously safeguarded the God were breaking, crumbling as their foundation was becoming dismantled.
"I wish I could trade places with you. I would rather you live. Pele needs you... I need you here."
The effort of being on his paws was becoming too much and, in defeat, Juuku slumped down onto his haunches and leaned against Rebellion. His detached head wings fluttered with little life as he shook his head over and over again. "It's toooootally not your fault. I couldn't hold it over you head. I-I jus' know you didn' mean it. And I'll always forgive you and not think about it. Even friends do stupid things." Juuku remained lighthearted as he breathed slowly. "Trust me, I've done my share."
Just like that he was forgiven; no qualms, no rigorous tasks to endure. Ezriel knitted his brows. How Juuku could simply turn the other cheek was beyond him yet, at the same time, it was a trait that Rebellion could say he was both envious and somewhat disgusted of. He swallowed as he managed to chuckle deeply for a moment. Yes, he couldn't disagree with that. Although Juuku wasn't the brightest, or sharpest, he had certainly doe his share of stupid things just like Ezriel. It was almost surreal that the friend he had known so long ago was somewhere trapped inside that overgrown, adolescent frame. Rebellion perhaps would be anxious to see if, and when, Surf returned if his true form would come to pass much like it had been once. For the moment as he was left speechless and solemn with silence, there was a sudden realization and call for attention.
Pele.
Neither of them knew how much longer Juuku could hold onto the life that was slipping through his paws but he would be damned if Pele couldn't be with her lover for the last final moments. Glancing toward the trail that snaked toward the all too familiar residence of both Surf and Volcanoes, Ezriel exhaled deeply. Rather than wasting time, Ezriel hunkered his body low and grabbed the God by the scruff and attempting to hoist him over and onto his back. For a moment he struggled perhaps forgetting how massive and rather pudgy Juuku had become but persisted. It only took several moments for the God to finally get the limp form of Surf situated.
"You sure as hell better hold on," Ezriel glanced back as he rose to his paws. "You have a sunset date."
No sooner did Ezriel suddenly leap forward, bounding down the trail. But how long would running there take? He growled to himself before his large, tattered wings stretched forward. As tension build within his back legs, Rebellion suddenly lunged upward, kicking away from the ground as his wings thrashed within the air- pummeling the wind current and taking flight as it propelled him upwards. The added weight strained him slightly but sure enough Ezriel leveled himself and the precious cargo he carried. As the flight seemed that it had only just begun, the God suddenly swooped down toward the shoreline.
Unaware, Pele had returned to the shoreline as her form relaxed upon the warm pahoehoe rocks. The smooth, volcanic rock formations had been drenched by the warmth of the sun all day and now, amongst the brisk breeze of the sea it was rather pleasant to enjoy. Earlier she had sought her mate but was left to believe that his reckless passion had lured him away for hours- it was a typical turn of events. Golden, glowing orbs of gold settled toward the sea as the sun was close to setting. There was a slight worry and apprehension but she tried to brush it off as best she could.
Juuku always came home in time to watch the sunset with her but perhaps he was just running a little late? She could only hope so.
Her fire mane flickered, crackling as the far off sound of rustling wings snapped her attention from the sea and to the skies. For a moment she sat there, eyes straining as she caught sight of her brother, Ezriel. He seemed rushed which was strange. The Goddess furrowed her brows as she rose to her paws. Unknowingly the lack of both light and visibility kept the truth at bay. "Ezriel," she called out, somewhat confused. "I didn't expect to see you." It was true. He was perhaps the last person she would have expected to see concerning the recent events.
Rebellion said nothing.
Stepping closer, Pele arched a brow. "Are you okay?"
For a moment Ezriel leveled his eyes with his sisters as he bit down upon his lower lip. How was he suppose to tell her that he wasn't okay? That he was responsible for the tragedy which she was soon to learn of? She would hate him, despise him! But he couldn't hide it from her and deprive Juuku of his final moments with the Goddess of whom he had long ago fallen head over paws for. Juuku deserved it. Silently, Ezriel folded his wings against his sides as form appeared slumped across his back whose appearance was blemished by matted blood and wounds. Rebellion stepped forward.
"Pele."
Ezriel was acting strange, she thought. But it wasn't until his wings furled against his sides that her heart suddenly sunk. That mess of fur and limbs slung across her back were not only familiar but they were her lovers- his appearance was gruesome, belittled and battered. Pele's very chest constricted as her eyes widened, mouth hanging ajar as there were no words that she could sum up. She choked. "Wh-what... what happened?" She began to panic, breathing heavily and rushed as she could feel the frame of her body begin to tremble if only beginning to fear for the worst.
"Please, please tell me you didn't do this, Ezriel. Please...."
Rebellion looked away. Just as he was going to open his maw it would seem that something spoke in his behalf.
"It-It's not his fault," the weary voice of Surf replied. "Don't blame him Pele. I've already forgiven him even though he didn't mean it."
Volcanoes gasped. "J-Juu? You're alive?" She didn't wait for an answer as she suddenly ran toward him, nuzzling and licking at his blood stained face. "I thought I lost you, Kui ipo. I thought I lost you, my love."
"He's not staying for too much longer, Pele," Ezriel addressed. "It's time."
Pele looked from Juuku to Ezriel, shaking her head as she returned to stare into the eyes of the God. She had thought the worst when she had seen him but hearing his voice only redeemed what hope she had but now- now he was soon to depart and leave her. The thought of having to fathom all of this at once made her stomach churn in a sickly manner. She was losing him. Why? Why now? "Juuku...."
"Its time to ride that last wave into the sunset."
"But there's still several minutes," Rebellion added. "I'll give you two some time alone. It'll be best to be by the surf so he won't have to walk too far for when the time comes." Ezriel began to walk across the sands to where the surf broke and seized the shore each time the waves crashed onto the beach. It only took but a moment to find the perfect spot before Rebellion hunkered down onto his stomach and helped ease the God off onto the warm sands. Pele wasn't far behind and followed and seeing that he had done what he needed to do Ezriel rose up to his paws before something touched his front, right paw. He closed his eyes, gritting his jowls.
"I owe you, dude. I'll be anxious to tooootally hang with you again, bro. Jus' don' forget about me, kay?" Surf's voice was meek, tired but still holding the warmth and optimism that it often held.
A small, warm smile slid across Ezrie'ls maw. "I'll be waiting."
Watching as Pele was approaching, Juuku added one last request. "Will you watch over Pele for me? I know you'll protect her. Jus' make sure no other dudes try to steal her heart," he laughed. "That'll be a bummer to come back to."
"They won't get passed me," Rebellion assured with a wink. "I'll give 'em hell."
Smiling, Juuku sighed contently just as Pele approached. For a moment Pele found silence yet there was a respect for her brother and a love she held for him. He could have very well chosen to leave Juuku to die without letting him say his final goodbye but yet he had brought her love to her. Even though Juuku laid there battered and broken Pele couldn't hate her own brother. Yes, there had been contention between Surf and Rebellion yet their past histories with one another was solid enough for her to believe that, at this moment, something had changed between them. That old brotherhood between the two was rekindled and, silently, she only hoped that such a thing would find itself again between Surf and Rebellion. Exhaling softly, Pele nuzzled against her brother.
"Thank you. I'm sorry I got so upset, Ez. I-"
"Don't be," Ezriel interrupted once again. "I'm the one who should be sorry. We can resolve this later, you need to be with Juuku."
She nodded. As a somber expression crossed over her maw. "I love you, Ez. I hope you'd never think less, brother."
For a moment the God closed his eyes, furrowing his brows as his tail swayed slightly behind him. Knowing that his own sister was showing the same kindness to him just as Juuku always had only made the guilt worse. Although Juuku had forgiven him Ezriel felt that the cause of madness was himself all along. He swallowed, flicking an ear slightly. "I'll always be here for you," he replied before he turned away, giving the two room and time alone.
As Ezriel's form disappeared into the shadows, Pele hunkered her body down into the sands and entwined herself with her lover.
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Lying there with him she felt sadness, the thought of losing him, her mate, caused her heart to feel as if it was breaking inside of her chest while her lungs felt as if they could not breath- the feeling as if the very air was fleeting from the atmosphere. Juuku had always been there, he had been searching her while she, Pele, avoided him. But now she only wished she could go back to the start. Nobody said it would be easy and all that Pele could feel was the shame and fear of having to be separated from him. How long would she have to wait for him to return to her? Juuku belonged with her- he wasn't suppose to be bound back to the sea! The very thought only caused a gentle stream of tears to trail down her cheeks as she pressed her cheek against his.
"I'm not ready to let you go," she wept.
Juuku's detached wings lifted slightly from the ground, wrapping around her as he tenderly licked her muzzle. "Deaths' only the beginning, dudette. It's just another adventure out into the big blue," he mused lightly, pressing his nose against hers. "Just because I won't be here with you doesn't mean I won't be here in spirit. I will never stop loving you, Pele."
"Its an adventure I want to join you on," she commented, folding her ears against her head. The Goddess snaked her tail around his and entwined them together as she snuggled against him. "I don't want you to journey alone."
Juuku chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll never be alone. I got you right here, dudette," he added, taking his paw and thumping it on his chest. He could never deny that he loved her- such a thing would be absurd! Ever since he saw her he was smitten and, for so long, he sought her heart. Now after the struggles and the hardships they were together and, soon, would be separated. But it wasn't the end, they knew that. Juuku would return one day and the two of them would be waiting to reunite. Playfully, he nipped at her ear and purred softly, deeply as he sung a slow melody, one last final song to her.
"Lovers, keep on the road you're on
Runners, until the race is run
Soldiers, you've got to soldier on
Sometimes even right is wrong."
Pele smiled and chuckled softly, sniffling as she nodded her head and laid against him if only to soak in his warmth for the last time. Her bottom lip quivered along with the remaining unsettling realization that it was his time but, as if to mirror it, she felt comfort knowing that he would return to her. He wasn't lost forever. As he continued, Pele watched as the beginning of the sunset was soon to commence.
Their final minutes were soon to become final moments.
"Tonight maybe we're gonna run
Dreaming of the Osaka sun
Ohh ohh, ohh, oooooh
Dreaming of when the morning comes.
They are turning my head out
To see what I'm all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day the sun will come out."
His voice trailed softly while his eyes were growing heavy, tired as the life from him was slowly being whisked away, called to a place beyond the world which had held him for so long. As the tapestry of brilliant colors within the sky illuminated the evening, the sun began to set and no sooner did a wave in the distance begin to rise from out of the sea as it rolled forward. The crest of the wave curled as it propelled forward. Just as the sun was setting, Juuku smiled and looked into his mates eyes.
"Gotta catch my wave," he smiled, licking at her face. "I'll see you again, kui ipo. My love."
For the last time, Pele pressed her face into his and planted a tender kiss upon his muzzle. "I'll be waiting, Juu. Don't go off an' find some other wahine, you hear me?"
"Me?" He laughed, "Never."
Nuzzling him once more, Pele embraced him- holding him tightly as from the corner of her eye she watched as the wave barreled toward the shore. It was at that moment that the Goddess exhaled deeply and prepared herself, clinging onto the one she loved so dearly.
Time was short, nothing had prepared her for this. There was nothing in life that could accurately prepare oneself to know how to deal with losing a loved one, a mate. She couldn't help but feel defenseless, helpless as she was subject to the surf. As the wave came closer Pele could hear the howling wind rushing, the very wave, one could swear, was singing something against the breeze. Although she couldn't quite understand it, it felt reassuring, warm and compassionate. As the mortal world was losing a God the sea itself was gaining back its master. As the wave broke free, the Goddess did what she could to prepare herself both physically and emotionally. Pele took one last breath and closed her eyes as the wave toppled over them. As the God was reunited with the sea, he was simply pulled into it- embraced and welcomed back into his home. There was a warmth Juuku could feel; although it was hard to explain it was something unlike anything he had ever felt. But just as the surf took him, Pele could feel the warmth of her lover stripped away from her which only made the loss all the more real.
The event happened all too fast- just as soon as the wave crashed the water that had seized the shore swiftly retreated to the sea. Pele exhaled deeply, gasping for air as she looked out to sea as the final light of sunset dissipating from view. She swallowed and quickly looked back hoping to see the all too familiar figure nestled around her but found that it was gone; Juuku had returned to the sea. Lying there, the Goddess watched as the wave rolled back into the ocean and the sea became still, almost silent and motionless.
The surf, for now, was no more.
Staring out into the sea, Pele sang softly.
"But I have no doubt, one day the sun will come out."
