It came silently, and with the element of surprise it pulled the toy out into the current. Gentle as it was, the wave was as dangerous as a raging war. The sea took that possession of the girls, just like it had taken her parents. That night the girl walked along the beaten shore, following the footsteps that were carved into the sand. The rain soaked through her but she didn't notice, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the constant rain that numbed her heart. Wind lashed across her face, leaving her with stinging cheeks. As she stepped into the frigid water she called out to the world, and while the raging waves raced towards her she stood there still and calm. Froths and bubbles tumbled over her, tumbled with her. That night one life was lost, but with
no-one to notice or care.