~ Lady on the Sea ~

Hey, guys! We have another guest author this week! Her name is Hannah Summy and she wrote a beautiful fantasy piece for us! I hope that you enjoy it. If you have feed back or comments, please email me at nevermoreemergingflame@gmail.com. 

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Lady on the Sea

In days past, it happened that a lady stood upon the sea. As it is told, she was destined to live forever, wandering atop the ocean foam because of a rare dark flower she held.  Her beauty, it is also told, can be seen in no other, and so had been the cause of many a drowning. This is the story of how she became bound to endlessly wander the ocean waves.

Imagine centuries ago, a young lady who loved the sea nearly as if it had been her very life; and this was a love undying. Her parents, who were very wealthy, feared this raging sea as if it had been their very deaths.

It came to pass that a storm arose from this ocean, and raged upon the land. The mere pleadings would not satisfy its wrath, and this fury was heard in the winds, and seen in the strikes of lightening, and the flooding of waters.

This the young lady did know, and so she came to stand along the shore. The winds blew about her hair and dress, the lightening flashed about her, the rain drenched her, and the waves spat at her. Still she stood along the shore, while her parents watched from the window, trembling with fear.

Among the roaring of waves and of the winds, came a voice whose words thundered through the air, with no known origin. This voice spoke of its displeasure that the parents of such a lady would fear it, and of its pleasure that such a lady would love it. This voice continued to speak of the storm, who would be lulled by the sacrifice of this young lady. She would not die, the voice assured, because of her love for the waters. Yet, she would live this eternal life upon the waters because of her parents’ fear and distrust.

The voice instructed that the young lady should pluck a flower of darkness from that had begun to grow at her feet. This flower would be should keep her above the waves so long as she lived. If ever she dropped it, she would sink beneath the waves and surely drown.

And it was so; the young lady did pluck the flower and venture to step on the waves, which calmed the storm. At this her parents wept, wept of gratitude that their lives would be spared, but also that they might never see their precious daughter’s face once more. 

In this, they called upon their wealth to save them, offering a reward to any lad who might brave the oceans and deliver their daughter safely to them. Many a lad did venture, with a desire for the wealth and the young lady promised. Close did they come, but the closer they drew, more violently did the waves rage, and so drowning any lad who ventured close.  As time passed, the parents died of terrible sickness, and only on occasion would a lad brave the waters in hopes to rescue the lady upon the sea.

Still, the lady lived upon the sea. Though she did love this sea, as it had then been her very life, a loneliness filled her soul with longing. It so happened, that a young lad did listen to these tales of old, and now wondered about this lady on the sea.

He stood along the shore, staring out over the waters to perhaps catch a glimpse of she that the tales spoke of. Not seeing her, he threw a plank of wood into the waves, and leaping onto it, he paddled further out into the sea. Further and further he paddled, hoping to catch only a glimpse. Then, he did find her wandering atop the ocean waves.

The loneliness he saw on her face swept over him, and he knelt in horrendous sobbing. As he sobbed, the waves grew violent, and the lady saw him kneeling in tears and was overcome with a greater sadness then ever before. And when the waves threw him into the ocean water she wished for death.

 And so, she stared down into the ocean, watching as his body sank to the depths. In her desperate grief, she dropped the flower and sank beneath the waves. And though the lad had already died, she lived in the promised eternal life, swimming beneath the waves and guarding the body of her loved one.  

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Hannah Summy is an aspiring author, having written a few stories under the pseudonym ‘Avery Hart’ and is currently writing a modern inspirational that features the personal dreams of herself and a friend. Her tagline is ‘…an intense reader, writer, and lover of Christ’, and you can follow her on Pinterest at https://www.pinterest.com/insanesparkling/