STORM OF THE WATER DRAGON
“Are you sure this is where we will find her?” Hisoka shouted over the deafening wind and the splash of the waves against the hull of his trimaran.
Everywhere he looked he saw gray—water, clouds, air. Even his skin looked gray. He feared the storm would force color from the world forever. The invisible horizon oscillated three meters above and below the edge of the deck. Lines and sheets vibrated and pulleys popped. Gray was the color of fear.
“Yes! All the oracles divined the same thing. I spent my whole life studying this. I am sure!” Asuka shouted. Her soft voice did not carry well through the turbulent air.
“If we die out here…” Hisoka started. He wiped his face with his hands, trying to peel the water from his skin, but another spray surged over the side of the boat. “This is ridiculous!”
“What did you expect? A giant butterfly resting on a sunny beach? We are talking about a water dragon!” The water roared all around them, erasing her voice.
Hisoka shook his head. Conversation proved pointless. He spit out a mouthful of seawater and motioned Asuka to come below deck.
Inside the salon, the noise shifted from constant whooshing and thunder to the sound of being trapped in a metal can being kicked down a gravel road. Hisoka grabbed a steel bottle from the cupholder. The tea inside made him gag. “Gods Asuka! Do you have to use my water bottles for that rubbish?”
The trimaran lurched, sending Hisoka straight into Asuka. He put his hands against the cabinet but the force was so sudden his chest still collided with hers.
“Must be a love potion. One swig and you can’t stay away from me!” Asuka laughed.
Hisoka forced his breath out and braced himself against the opposite counter.
“Your obsession with drinking potions does explain your crazy ideas about water dragons. I still cannot believe you talked me into this. That man was serious when he asked us to fill out our death certificates before embarking on this mad mission. Sea travel was shut down over a decade ago for a reason. The oceans are no longer passable. The surface temperature is out of control and the CO2 levels cause storms every few hours. I still don’t know how you convinced me to do this!” Hisoka fumed.
Asuka reached out to brush his arm gently, taking the bottle from his tightened fist.
“I think the news that we only have thirty years left on this planet did the majority of the convincing. That and the fact that my cycle is late. We both know there is no point having a child if they will never live to be our age. And what life would she have? Gasping for breath? Hiding in storm shelters? Eating from powdered ration bags? I am telling you, this will work. I know it.”
“It is a fairy tale, Asuka. There are no such things as dragons. But somehow sailing into the sunset, finally living the dream we built for each other, seemed worth it. I just did not think it would be over so soon.”
“Nothing is over, beloved. Anyone who seeks the power of the water dragon who perches at the end of the world will be flown to the portal of a new world.”
“Yes and bad poetry is the product of wet farts after drinking the mead of poets,” Hisoka said.
“True, most mythology is not literal. But most of them are analogies. Honestly, strong drink does drive some to create dreadful prose.”
Hisoka let his head fall back, then quickly recovered as the boat took another dip. “I don’t want to get into another spiraling argument about your obsession with mythology. I just think you should let go of this delusion and welcome the release from this world with me, in my arms.”
A tear fell from Asuka’s cheek. “That can’t be it, can it? The portal to another world is death?”
Hisoka pulled her tight against him. “Did you honestly expect a dragon?”
Asuka’s sobs became a torrent, echoing the storm raging beyond the hull. Tears fell freely, warm and golden. Hisoka wanted to bring her warmth and safety but did not know how. Then, warm light poured from Asuka’s eyes and flooded the boat. She grew hot in his arms and blinding light surrounded them both.
He could no longer see, so he called out to her. “Asuka!”
All he heard was a pounding heartbeat and a steaming hiss that drowned out all other noise. He could no longer feel the hull beneath his feet, or the motion of the waves. He floated, suspended in air thick as smoke. “Asuka!” he cried again.
The bright white light began to fade to gold. Hisoka blinked and rubbed his eyes. The faint shape of Asuka stood in front of him and he reached for her. The flesh of her arm was textured like scales, smooth, and hot.
The salon faded into view and he once again felt the rocking of the boat, but this time it was gentle and rhythmic, how he remembered it as a kid sailing on an old fishing boat with his father. That was before the oceans could no longer sustain life and maintain Earth’s climate.
Hisoka felt as if he had just awakened from a dream. He studied Asuka, steam rising and swirling around her. Her body radiated intense heat and her smile burned. She led him to the deck where the light of the sky shimmered on her skin. Outside they found a scene of extraordinary beauty. A creature jumped alongside the boat, stitching a pattern into the surface of the water. A mountain towered in the distance. But it was not Mt. Fuji. The peak was too high and broad and golden. A large bird flew overhead, its swooping neck turned to study him. Hisoka exhaled his disbelief and found himself in a new world.
Word Count: 996
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So the water dragon does exist. I'm glad they found it.ReplyDelete
Awesome! Loved the doubt and the transition. So well done!ReplyDelete
This line particularly appealed to me: 'He feared the storm would force color from the world forever.' I love how this story moved from hopelessness to hope. Wonderful. At its heart, a beautiful love story. Thanks Steph!ReplyDelete
This line says it all! "The portal to another world is death."ReplyDelete
How special Stephanie. Beautiful story, beautifully written.ReplyDelete
The transition from where they had been in their world and to moving into the new world was done very well.
Well that reached out and grabbed me as I was tossed about by the storm of Hisoka's despair... this could certainly provide fodder for a longer story! YAM xx
Cool story. Great descriptions and likeable characters. The contrasting beliefs between Hisoka and Asuka is well done allowing them to speak their opinions with respect for one another. An excellent transition from one world into another, from hopelessness to hope. Thanks for a good read.ReplyDelete
Hi Steph. "Gray was the color of fear." That really says it all. Wonderful imagery. I liked the transition and the mystic quality of your prose. Well done!ReplyDelete
Hi Steph - great story telling ... so much that could be true ... but I sure hope the new world is there for them. Congratulations ... cheers HilaryReplyDelete
Wonderfully implies the history and the future in the transition between the two.ReplyDelete
Nicely done, with the transition and transformation well worked out. I’m a little sorry for the rest of humanity, of course :)ReplyDelete
Great story. So much happened. You did a fantastic job of weaving in the details of your world and the conflict. Glad it had a happy ending.ReplyDelete
Splendid. Great, great imagery and so many beautiful, catchy lines in there. This is a winning entry.ReplyDelete
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This story is a marvel. Your writing is lovely, and I love the ending. Masterfully done!ReplyDelete
Just exquisite! Loved the atmospheric, evocative imagery, the mythology woven into current urgent realities, the metaphorical presentation of death, the hope and melancholy twined into the love story at the core of it. Beautifully done!ReplyDelete
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I love that hope won out and the wife brought it to her husband. Well written.ReplyDelete
Great story - I love the idea of a water dragon.ReplyDelete
Very cool! Great glimpse into a magical world.ReplyDelete
Wow, awesome story. Sad but uplifting.ReplyDelete
Fantastic! A powerfully written piece.ReplyDelete
I often think that I would not want to bring a child into the world as it is now. My son was born in 1990, and I sometimes wonder what kind of a world I brought him into. He has opted not to have children of his own as he does not want to pass on the genetic phucquery, both physical and mental, from both sides of his family.
Terribly sorry to be tardy to the party. I had a bit of a mental crisis but am back to abnormal now.
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Congratulations on your win, it is well-deserved. This is an exquisitely written tale full of courage, hope, fabulous metaphors, a rich underlying back story and an end that belies Hisoka's belief that there is no dragon. Of course there is, and Asuka found it and saved the world.ReplyDelete
Excellent story. Congrats on winning this month's WEP!ReplyDelete
Hi Steph - congratulations on your win ... so pleased for you ... HilaryReplyDelete