4. Nienna: Swallowed by the Sea
And when the sun rose above the waters, all ships had been swallowed by the great sea and had disappeared in it's endless depths. I saw the place where, from now on, the grave of so many lost souls would lie. Thinking of all the lives that had ended it was hard to hold back the tears. I did not let them fall, they would have meant nothing. They could not return the dead. I had a hard time believing that.
In the distance I heard the crying of both men and women. And children. How to explain that their father or mother would not come. How to stand strong, looking at the joyous faces ever too young to understand,...to be marred by sorrow? How to stand strong when told?
I imagined them running across the deck, laughing, not yet aware of what had befallen them. I could see the people standing at the railing, hoping, for a sign that not all had been lost. And I could see how they were disappointed, every single one of them.
Seeing this I could no longer resist my tears.
'It had been a necessary sacrifice. By destroying the island and with it many lives we had saved many more and had ensured a safe future for those to come.'
We had said this many times to ourselves and to the survivors, yet every time it sounded less convincing. For I felt that if, in time, we were to look back to this moment our words would have turned out to be hollow lies.
We knew this now, we had known this in the past and we would know it in the future, painfully well. Why had we yet to learn our lesson?
We had called it justice. Men had called it fate, as they had done for ages. And I…, for the first time, I feared myself.
And my tears were swallowed by the sea.
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