Rhiannon's New Life
As we sit there listening to the birds, I began to ask him
why he did not know who he was. He told me that all he could
remember was, as far back as, the age of 10. That he was
raised by his uncle. His uncle had told him horrible things
about the waters. How monster would eat you and cut you to
ribbons..he never once set foot in water. I asked how in the
world did he take a bath. His answer was that he took only
sponge baths. He knew nothing of what he was and I sat there
and told him all about my life. He listened attentively.
I also learned that my new friends name was Randiere.
He had deep blue hair and his tail was that of deep purple.
When I was done, he had tears in his eyes. We both agreed
to keep on walking back to my camp. It was about noon now.
Within only two hours, I could hear the birds
and ocean.
Finally, we made it back to the other side of the island.
There lying on the beach, like a drowned rat, was my sister,
Thunder. We managed to nurse her back to health by supplying
her with fruits and clothing. She told of how she had only
recieved a flesh wound from that nutty fishermen. As her eyes
met Randiere, they fell for each other quite instantly. =)
They informed me that since the day was not over, they were
going to check out the left side of the island. I smiled.
As I sat there listening to the ocean, I could hear the faint
sound of a horn. It was quite far away, but I knew what I heard.
I took from my pouch my horn and blew, as hard as, I could.
Again, I could hear the horn in the distance and again I blew
mine back. The sound continued to get louder and louder. I
turned around for only a second, when there on a rock was
TRITON
