We've got the right to live, fight to use it
The rain had followed him all the way down the coast, a thin veil that blurred the line between sea and sky until the world felt reduced to slate and ash. Marcus walked the near-endless stretch of hard black sand with his hood pulled low, boots striking a hollow sound against the shore. He had been flying, but found the lightning too risky to continue in such a way.
It was low tide, so the bay revealed its teeth. Boulder-sized carcasses of ice lay scattered across the sand, heaped and jagged, a glacial graveyard. Beyond them, the ocean churned and showed itself a brutal, iron-gray expanse. He knew what moved beneath that surface, which was why he would never fish those waters. He did not know why he had come, only that he had been flying because his heart and mind had demanded the sky at the time. The bay offered no comfort, no sanctuary. Only cold, only danger. And yet Marcus felt no fear, Halovian to his bones, as he walked the black sands.
It was low tide, so the bay revealed its teeth. Boulder-sized carcasses of ice lay scattered across the sand, heaped and jagged, a glacial graveyard. Beyond them, the ocean churned and showed itself a brutal, iron-gray expanse. He knew what moved beneath that surface, which was why he would never fish those waters. He did not know why he had come, only that he had been flying because his heart and mind had demanded the sky at the time. The bay offered no comfort, no sanctuary. Only cold, only danger. And yet Marcus felt no fear, Halovian to his bones, as he walked the black sands.
Marcus
Got everything but you can just choose it
