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Day sinks, and I am roused.

Light still seeps from heaven's blemishes, falls to earth, and shatters upon the surface of my lagoon. The night is quiet. Dark. Becalmed. Below faint ripples the water is lifeless, shrunken upon itself, and it is time for me to bring it to life.

I swing my arm heavily over the sandbed, and the first real wave of tonight stretches from the beach and claps down upon the wet, firm shore, east to north. The sound rings far and true into the lagoon, stirring the seven sons of mine from their frenetic games in the sargassum.

I swirl around them as they come, knowing them by number alone. As yet, they are yet too small to have earned face or name. But they are loyal cadets. They recognise the benevolent force of discipline, and assemble beneath my wing in the tumbling organic formation which I have taught them. We are practiced, all, performers of the kind that grow only from passion for a harsh craft. Together, we draw breath...

I surge forth!

...And I draw back, my underlings in tow, as the wave spreads out gently onto the sand. Thus is honed art of our crescendo; Rise slowly. Be strong in flow and gracious in ebb. Build tension, back and forth, back and forth, until the whole lagoon crashes upon the arc of my back and I can feel its weight, flex it, almost like a muscle in dance.

As the stars rise on, so I push, and pull, without heave or strain. I throw myself onto the sand and flow back, seizing up the dry salt and twigs and bones of the day, casting them to the fish and the currents. With my every churning sweep I brush clean the beach, leaving only the purest white swathes.

Midnight approaches and the work grows loud, and broad. Deep notes of my laughter boom out over the spiny grass of the shore-lands, greeting the fickle windlings above as they idle and scatter. The sounds are spontaneous. Cries of accomplishment in motion- Make no mistake! They are not simply rumbles of amusement but grunts of effort. My task is much, and sacred.

I take hold of the stagnant pools and consume them; I reach into the burrowed tunnels and fill them. I mill shells, carve stones into anemone gardens. Where the sand-ledges advance too far and weigh down the grasses  below, mine is the hand that loosens it and calls it back. To me and my sons, even the heaviest driftwood is as a twig, and we haul it to the land from which it came that it may conclude its path into the earth. For the morning foragers, be their beaks those of bird or hain, we leave gifts of shellfish and green-weed. The footprints of today we wipe clean, that tomorrow may start new.

My cleansing toil rises to its peak, and the little plain of the beach is submerged entirely by my every stroke. As it recedes, the entire lagoon is white, smooth, and flawless. Perfect. One who holds dominion over a realm he does not lift out of chaos and fashion to the liking of his own eyes, but leaves it without permanence or function, holds no dominion at all.

I draw the water back, gathering it all up in my arms, bunching it together, as much as I can hold, and lo! it is tiring. 

Then, when the tension is at its greatest, when my sons strain bitterly, I release. The wave bursts and slams into the sand, and I with it, rebounding from the ground in a great leap of spray as the water charges on with a foamy hiss...

And for a moment-A grateful moment- I stand in that explosion of water with my arms to the heavens, one knee to the ground in the surge, my head held high for any mortal to see, and in that moment I can all but reach the celestial citadel where my father dwells, far beyond the eyes of man or Djinn.

A tumble, a fall, a flurry of foam, my belly to the sand as I sink back, and the crescendo is over. The lagoon is clean, to begin anew.

Tomorrow, when the sun is as high as the bitter white orbs are now, we will start again.

For I am [color=00a99d][b]Flux[/b][/color], the Even-Tide, Baron of this expanse of sand, custodian of the shores. And what I have claimed, I shall rule. I give it form and purpose, day by day, night by night, and thus satisfy my soul, for my nature is that of the wise who find in themselves a noble cause and uphold it.

To be true to myself and glorify this territory with my name goes beyond righteous pride. It is a duty.

And I will fulfil that duty in whole until my final breath![/hider]