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we were just a good thing; Part One
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Posted on May 16, 2010 at 05:15:00 PM by Flynn & Denahi



“Renn! Henry!” Flynn has seen the wave heading for the beach from his place further in land, and had realised with horror that his two younger siblings were playing on the beach itself. “Den!” he shouted to the husky puppy who was sniffing around some nearby rocks, acting now more like a normal dog than the familiar he had formerly been, as Flynn began to sprint down towards the sands. He was close enough to stand a chance of beating the wave, though it was growing less and less likely that he would as the wall of water gained speed. His mother and father were both back in the labyrinth, which was further inland than the cove and he doubted whether they had any idea what was going on. He was a responsible child, and that quality had been further developed by his new position as an older sibling, and Flynn honestly believed that in this circumstance, with neither parent present, that it was his job to protect his siblings.

He missed the comforting connection he used to have with his familiar, he missed being able to bounce his ideas off someone else in order to calm his anxieties and reassure him on his selected course of action. Blue eyes scanned the grey sands for any signs of his siblings, slowly Flynn’s mouth opens as a shadow falls across him and the great wall of sea water loomed above his head. It was an impulse only which made the boy conjure one of his turtles even as the roaring sound of falling water filled his ears and clambered onto its back. Closing his eyes tight shut, Flynn clung to the turtles shell, pressing himself against the hard smooth surface so that he was as flat as possible. In that instant he tried not to shout out was the freezing cold water hit him, knocking the wind out of him and causing the boy to wrap his fingers around the ridge of the turtle’s back so that he would not be washed away from the creature which was now starting to swim. He had not idea what had happened to Denahi, and feared the worst for Henry and Renn.

It took a while for the fear to dissipate enough for the black haired child to remember his more recently acquired power, the ability to manipulate water. Flynn closed his eyes and focused on pushing the water away from himself so that it was not tugging him away from his sanctuary and finally he began to feel the pressure easing off enough for him to sit up and cast around for any signs of life amongst the murky water. At first his heart fell, the entire cove was under water and everything seemed still. Flynn sat for a while in stunned silence, a grim expression on his face feeling very much alone. The seagulls did not call, there were no voices on the air, and even the wind seemed to have died down to a whisper. ”Renn!” he shouted as loudly as he could, “Henry! Denahi!”

A splashing noise came from behind him and the boy spun around quickly, and saw a rather scared and tired looking husky swimming through the water towards him. “Oh, thank Aura!” the boy said, grabbing the dog by the collar and pulling him up onto the back of the large turtle, before wrapping his arms around the canine in a large and affectionate hug. Since the link between them was still broken Flynn had no way of ensuring that the dog would not jump back into the water, but he had to hope that common sense would win out, now he had to try and find his brother and sister. Flynn urged the turtle onwards when the waters had grown calmer, unaware of the fact that a second wave was on its way. The semi-transparent creature moved slowly and elegantly through the water and Flynn kept his ears open, hoping to hear either Renn or Henry shouting or splashing somewhere nearby.

Moving passed a cluster of rocks, Denahi suddenly started to bark, his ears perking upwards and turning to the left. Flynn rested a hand on his collar once more, as it seemed the dog was about to throw itself into the water to investigate the splashing noise which was coming from behind the largest of the rocks. The boy, dog, and turtle move towards the noise and, as his blue eyes settle upon the white fawn trying to swim against the current, Flynn felt himself just about ready to laugh out loud with relief. “Henry!” he shouted, waving his hand, and summoning a second turtle to fly beside them, resting one foot on the smaller creature’s fin in order to make it solid before approaching the deer which had now become a boy once more, as Henry climbed from the water onto his brother’s turtle’s back. Despite the usual tension between the pair, the brothers embraced for an instant before Flynn spoke once more, “where’s Renn? Were you with her?”

His brother’s answer was worrying, but Flynn found that he had little time to dwell upon it, because not long after that, he spotted Renn’s hand clinging to a nearby rock. As her hands rested against Flynn’s skin, he could feel the ice-cold of her fingers even through the sodden fabric of his t-shirt but he could see from her tears that she was clearly in anguish about the loss of this “Jack” whoever he was. Without much warning, Denahi had freed himself from Henry’s arms and thrown himself into the water on a mission to rescue the small boy he had spotted, struggling in the water just a few metres ahead of where the turtles hovered.


F L Y N N & D E N A H I
Show me what its like to dream in black and white






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