An old man stood in the sand gazing over the sea to a sun just hovering over the ocean. Waves breaking one after another in a steady pace that seemed to continue forever, he stood there in silence as some seagulls voiced their awareness to the world. Staring into the orange heap of light only half shown now, the old man pondered to where he ended up. He recalled of a once vast and powerful kingdom that now lay in ruins. He stroked his long, yet well-kept beard that stretched around his pale lips and past his ears with his right hand, while his left arm is holstered behind his back. A deep sigh left his cold lips and created a noticeable mist in front of him. “Was it all for nothing,” he whispered to himself, “if it would not stand forever.”
The seagulls whine above him and his lips create a slight crescent facing upwards. Some history resonates within him. “No, not at all,” He negotiates with the birds, “for it was not a loss that won’t be remembered.” The man looked away from the sky and down into the sea and his smile slowly faded. He longed for the comfort of his old friend, recalling the adventures with the company of those he trusted most at the time. Another deep exhale escaped the grasp of his lungs, and with it, a flood of memories both old and new leapt through his mind like a skittish doe first learning how to jump. He remembered the towering walls and the impenetrable gates. “Weren’t we told of its impregnable features?” The man recalled the lights of festivals and the joys in the streets. He remembered the flags and the soft aroma of flowers in the mornings.
“Bah!” the abrupt bark brought him to his usual respire.