Life and death of Calmest Waters

This isn’t the first time, that I am.

I have been before already.

You wouldn’t believe the kind of people I used to live the lives of. That is not to say you wouldn’t like them.

The last time I died, I drowned. Under the waves of chaos, which was the one thing I truly feared in the world. The greatest nightmare of mine coming true, ending me, was poetic enough to appreciate it despite what it meant for me. I liked being what I was back then, but I had to die, there was no other choice.

Deep inside, he, me, we knew that this is the way we’re going to go. It had to be, the fear of it was too great. We have battled the waves of chaos before, as others. But back then, we welcomed it. We were good at it. Maybe some of the best. And in the most indescribable way, it gave us joy.

But it takes a toll. We’ve been dying. Came back every time, yes, but different. As we became better at the fight, we grew less fond of it. Until we felt like slaves, one that has no master other than the cycle of damnation. And nobody, who wasn’t us, couldn’t know. I know what they would’ve thought, and I didn’t need that insight. A distraction, nothing else.

One day, we’ve made a choice. Tired, disinterested, we knew. We were ready to sacrifice what every victory over the waves granted us if we could stop the fight.

We wanted to sail the new, flat seas. Traverse oceans that wouldn’t have us taken under. Up the rivers of tranquillity. We deserved it.

And so, when we died the next time, we did what we had to. He was born. We all saw how different he was. There was no fear on his face on that day. No expectation for the storm. Just focus. Joy. Curiosity. For the first time, I wasn’t a warrior.

His life wasn’t any easier, don’t be fooled. It wasn’t his, you see. It belonged to all of us. It was everything, all of what we had to give up. It wasn’t a life, it was a statement. A proof, that fighting the waves of chaos isn’t what we are doomed for. That there are other seas, better seas. Other oceans, healthier oceans. Other waters. Calmer waters.

Calmest Waters. This is the name he chose.

We accepted, even though not all of us approved. In the end, the choice wasn’t ours, was it?

End of Part I