Storm was wet, chilled and nearly bursting with excitement. Like everything else in this plan, creating the island had taken longer than Storm liked. It took several days just to get a feel and understanding for the foreign ground underwater, testing and making small manipulations to the sand below.
And then the real work began.
Each day the Guardians would sail to their destination and struggle who would go into the water first. Rotations were created to save strength and to guard their few belongings on board, or to deter any other boats - particularly larger ones - from their location. After a few trials, Storm and Anton were both able to create safety bubbles for every Guardian that dove underwater to keep a fresh air supply going and to keep their bodies safe from the dangerous pressures deep underwater.
Once at their location, the Guardians worked in a smooth and quiet rhythm. The Fire would create a molten-like substance to help the Earth create, form and pull the ground to form up while the Water would assist and use the water's pressure and force to push the land up. The Air would continuously keep the air bubbles safe and secure, though Storm often dabbled in her use of the other elements to speed up the process.
For days it felt like little progress was made. The ocean was vast and often dark, and even with the protected fire sources of light underwater, they did not help with the feeling of endlessness. It was quiet, considering that no conversation existed in the water, and once back on the ship, everyone seemed to exhausted to talk. Once back to the mill, dinner was shared and almost immediately everyone was in their quarters resting. Storm tried to stay awake long enough to write back to her husband or her children, who were temporarily under the care of Gaerwyn and Lenika. They were pitifully short, but at least Storm knew that it would come to an end soon enough.
Now, as Storm swam to the swallow waters where the shallow beach meet her short frame and allowed her to walk to shore. There was a slight wind that blew cold air that she didn't have the energy to contain. Still, with each step that brought her closer and closer to shore, her smile grew until she met with the rest of her Guardians on shore. Silently, they each looked out to the vast open, desolate space.
And it was theirs.
And then the real work began.
Each day the Guardians would sail to their destination and struggle who would go into the water first. Rotations were created to save strength and to guard their few belongings on board, or to deter any other boats - particularly larger ones - from their location. After a few trials, Storm and Anton were both able to create safety bubbles for every Guardian that dove underwater to keep a fresh air supply going and to keep their bodies safe from the dangerous pressures deep underwater.
Once at their location, the Guardians worked in a smooth and quiet rhythm. The Fire would create a molten-like substance to help the Earth create, form and pull the ground to form up while the Water would assist and use the water's pressure and force to push the land up. The Air would continuously keep the air bubbles safe and secure, though Storm often dabbled in her use of the other elements to speed up the process.
For days it felt like little progress was made. The ocean was vast and often dark, and even with the protected fire sources of light underwater, they did not help with the feeling of endlessness. It was quiet, considering that no conversation existed in the water, and once back on the ship, everyone seemed to exhausted to talk. Once back to the mill, dinner was shared and almost immediately everyone was in their quarters resting. Storm tried to stay awake long enough to write back to her husband or her children, who were temporarily under the care of Gaerwyn and Lenika. They were pitifully short, but at least Storm knew that it would come to an end soon enough.
Now, as Storm swam to the swallow waters where the shallow beach meet her short frame and allowed her to walk to shore. There was a slight wind that blew cold air that she didn't have the energy to contain. Still, with each step that brought her closer and closer to shore, her smile grew until she met with the rest of her Guardians on shore. Silently, they each looked out to the vast open, desolate space.
And it was theirs.