Post by Elliot on Oct 30, 2013 20:09:31 GMT -5
Guess there wouldn't be any more days for Elliot to relax.
The recent fighting in the Whirl Islands killed the energy and joy around Cianwood's beaches, further reminding Elliot of the death and destruction he almost didn't escape. Where there was once all sorts of merriment, now only dead silence greeted Elliot as he sat by the coast of the island. The skies were filled with grey clouds and the seas churned angrily, as if Lugia himself was angered by the fighting that had gone on.
He didn't know who was winning or losing. While he might have been gone, the fighting was raging on viciously. All he could do was sit and hide, too injured to try and make a difference once more. Why would he even try, anyway? Surely the butcher of Sinnoh was still on the prowl, and if she caught him again surely he wouldn't escape with his life intact.
So helpless. So small. So weak. How did it feel? Elliot didn't like it one bit, but there was also nothing he could do. He let the waves rush up to his ankles, not caring about the tides growing worse and worse. It wasn't good weather for swimming, but maybe he'd find the strength to get up and walk away soon. Until then he wistfully stared into the infinite distance, just a small speck on the dreary grey shoreline.
How does it feel to stare down infinity?