Extract X - Corpses on the Shore

   What she heard came as a sudden overwhelming, a loud noise as though meant for tearing her away from the world under her feet. Waves, she heard the waves splashing over the pebbles on the shore, and not too many paces away from where she stood pounding onto rocks, and their sound was the first signal from her her nerves she consciously registered after no one could tell how long, the first recognition of any existence beside her own.

   Any degree of recognition through sight,  though, she still denied with all the might of her willpower. For the sound of sea waves washing on the shore and drawing back from sand and stone was the same as she remembered, the same familiar commutating sense of an eternal pendulum drawing back and forth, and after a few seconds she also stayed hearing herself breathe.

   A mundane normality of a woman who loved watching the waves rise and clash down into drops and foam, she tried to make belief, just another bystander in awe of the sea and bewitched by the orchestra of water and stone. Breathing in deep the salty air her ears then picked up Messgar's voice. "Ushkka!" he cried, his penetrating voice getting ever closer.  The louder his voice became, the clearer her vision of the waves, neither grey nor blue.

   It felt as though it were no longer her name he was shouting, but rather all the the muddy and red shades of the waves.  It felt like he were naming every rock I  the way of persistent waves which was not made of stone, but of human flesh and garments, some bodies still whole while others lay in more than one piece, and some not too far from the weapons with which they must have had battled their demise.

  If only Messgar stopped calling out to her, if only his voice stopped sounding their names while calling hers...