Answered

I stood at the edge

Overlooking the bay

Wind whipped me

As it had my love

I had called on the gods

I had begged

Pleaded

And the gods?

They were silent

My only recourse

My only relief

Those stones

And white foam waves below

 

I had walked from the town

Leaving Lucius to his trading

Wheeling and dealing

Trees so tall

They must scrape the sky

Leaving those vaporous trails behind

All around me they spoke

Wind whispering something quiet

I listened

 

My toes felt the edge

Tested the balance

The feel of the stone

 

I followed a path

Beat low by many feet

But I felt drawn beside

 

I lifted my arms

“What now?

What say you?!”

The silence was deafening

 

A shout so loud

And resonant it bounded

I ran to it

The distress too clear

 

I closed my eyes

Leaned forward

 

I leapt

Arms out

 

The world turned over

And felt the brush scratch at me

What had happened

I was not falling

I was tumbling

Who?

 

I held out my arm

Trying to break the fall

We hit a hill

And rolled roughly

 

We stopped

 

We opened our eyes

 

And he said

 

“Heya…

I’m Michael…

My friends call me Minos”