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what could you encounter, along the beach of crystal?
Soft, soothing waves crashed along the pale white granules of the shore, water lapping gently upon the dry land in a soft, soothing caress. It was almost a tender display, like the way a mother would caress her child’s cheek in an open display of affection. Day and night. Life and death. These were the certainties of life. Just as new lives were brought into the world, old or weary ones were taken away, to a far and distant place where they could start over… A morbid thought you may ask? Yes, but there isn’t anything spoken here but the truth.
From the waves comes a rather large tortoise, on this night of the full moon. She pulls herself along the crystal sand particles, her glistening form brilliantly displayed by the moon shining in all of its glory. There is a sense of excitement in the air, a spark of magic that any and all creatures could sense… But this tortoise, so exhausted and tired, continued to pull herself further and further away from the foamy kisses of the waves. Upon the beach, the she-turtle eventually came to a stop, the curved beak of her mouth taking on a rather thoughtful expression. Deep brown eyes studied the nearly reflective surface of the sand, and with one last glance in each direction to see if anyone was about, she began to dig.
Deeper and deeper the she-tortoise dug, until she was satisfied with the depth of the hole she had created. It was there, with only the beauty of the full-moon as witness and with the orchestra of the ocean, that she laid her nest. Upon the deed’s completion, the newly made mother began covering each little egg with a loving tenderness only known to the bond between mother and child. Her flippers moved slowly, tiredly, exhausted from her long and grueling journey across the seas to this very beach; the beach of Helovia. Home to many equines, the turtle noted… She had been around a long time, this she-turtle; years and years she had come here, to this very spot, and had roosted her young.
It didn’t take long for the tortoise’s movements to completely stop, her nest only half-covered. She was beyond exhausted, her small body pushed to its limits… Perhaps, if only she could have aid, then she could ensure the protection of her new young? For didn’t they deserve just as much of a chance of survival as everyone?
Now, we’ve already established that this she-turtle is old. She has seen many years, experienced many events in life, and has gained knowledge few rarely know. Such knowledge has allowed her to gain abilities that some may not be able to understand, or comprehend. ‘Twas one of the gifts of life. Allowing her glassy brown eyes to slip shut, the tortoise seemed to expand her mind, pushing outwards with a mental wall and feeling for any souls who were close by. One life-form stuck out amongst the rest; an equine, perhaps? Keeping her eyes closed, the mother continued to push, a figure appearing in her mind’s eye. Yes, an equine was about, a chocolate, earthy brown with ebony, silky tresses. Gentle eyes, this one… Perhaps she could help the tortoise in her cause?
’You… Young Maiden of the Earth. Come to my song; the song of the ocean…’
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