Faithful Partings and Beginnings

Someone once asked me in my many incarnations:

"If Grima and Naga were once assumed as characters from one of the many fairy tales before this nightmare…

How can we be sure we wouldn't be only ink on yellow pages?"

I could only ponder upon this question and give a sad smile.

~Anonymous

"How did we both came into existence?" I mused aloud, arms full of trivial swimming equipment ranging from snorkeling tube to simple blow-up floats. We were walking to a beach resort owned by the Anna family – once we were done with a latest repeat of an Outrealm of course.

We tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible – which we failed utterly.

Naga wore a simple summer dress and a matching tammy hat – in my opinion, is normal – but her sea-green hair complimented well with her sun-kissed skin (normally she is pale as her preference – I suspect thoughts of fun on a beach is affecting her) and our bizarre packing – a.k.a me stumbling in blue swimming trunk with an obvious back print of my mark – just attract strangers' attention.

We looked like children, but we definitely do not think like the norm.

A sigh came from my left. "Wishes."

I frowned a little, unsatisfied. "If wishes do come true, why us?"

It was easier to face her once I deposit our tools by an empty tanning bench. A hand under my chin, I grinned with a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes.

Sea breeze whipped her long hair wildly as she stared at the setting sun, its color dyeing this Outrealm's sky pink and the sea orange. A soft smile graced her features before she replied.

"Humans have a strange way of thinking, when they believe in masses, any concept can be breathed to life." Her grassy eyes glanced at me. "Why they choose to believe in the concept of creation and destruction is another concept to me."

I plucked a pair of flippers and waved above my head. "Like your appearance?"

With an expression like one of her marble statues in most Outrealms, she snarked back, "And yours. Why would they believe you have six eyes are beyond me!"

I guffawed, dancing away from her reach lest she tickled me in retaliation for whatever nonsense out of my mouth. "At least I'm unique! Extra eyes to improve my accuracy!"

"Extra eyes to impro- I beg to differ, but I suspect it's more of dramatic flair," deadpanned the Divine Dragon.

I gasped and placed the flippers over my chest. "Oh no! Naga has found out my fav drama! Race you to the sea!"

I didn't even need to repeat myself. In a blur of green, dust trails were the only sign of the Divine Dragon ever – ever been on that spot.

A rare childlike reaction – I noted with raised eyebrows and a grin.

Chuckling to myself, I sat down, content with the tranquility of my surroundings. Small waves playfully lapping Naga's legs, cool sea breeze towards my direction.

A portrait worthy scenery in my sight.

Within a few hours, our bare footprints on sand will be washed away by the sea – the Sun will rise again – and maybe, we will be gone away from this world.

But I won't forget this memory for many millenniums.

"Don't worry my dear Shepherds, in our minds, you aren't merely ink on yellow pages of History."

"For you are my greatest group of friends and foes." I whispered, falling into another slumber once my eyelids were fully closed.

A/N: Another random thought of mine. Thank you for following and favouriting this story!

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