Solira: The Ocean: But he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman; Kratos

Wish upon a shooting star;
For dreams and things that never are.

Becoming a mother has changed Courage. No longer can she remain balanced and steady as she watches her beloved ocean crumble around her. No longer can the golden child of Solira’s shoreline just sit back and let her world, her home fall to the others. Solira, a nation which has housed her and has helped her find friends and family in its watery boundaries, will not fall. Courage cannot help the feeling that she might not be able to fix everything in the world that has happened, and she cannot fully understand the retreat of so many once-loyal Solirans. But for the moment, the golden mare embraces her heritage from Genesis. She emerges with the dawn into the delicate embrace of Solira’s treasured landscape. The ocean (oh, how it roars around her!) crashes against the earth, and the flames flicker furiously in her blue eyes. But she stands not like a warrior, like a leader. For the moment, she is full of shameless glory as she steps firmly on the shores of her beloved home. There is no anger in her eyes, though she has seen many high-tail and leave the salty swagger of Solira. There, inside of her, burn the flames of patriotism for her beautiful, wonderful, perfect home. Her flame and water call to the land, and the world embraces her as it always had.

”Kratos,” she whispered along the wind, knowing he would find her as she needed him there. Call it their bond; call it Courage being childish in her thinking. Either way, he had come so many times before when she called him. Why would now be any different? She searched through thoughts that entered her mind, and she instantly singled out Kratos’s thoughts as he neared. She turned to him, smiling through the demure mood settled on the melancholy landscape. ”I don’t want Solira to die. I don’t want to lose it, but what if it does happen? Where will we go? What will we do?” The golden mare speaks, and though her voice accompanies the sunlight and her smile rivals the heavens in its splendor as she turns to him, she cannot help but feel the inevitable defeat that would come to their home, their entire world. Her beauty shines in the moment their gazes lock, and she removes an unruly strand of hair from her hero’s eyesight. ”I hope we can do it Kratos,” she said, and it is obvious that hope rides high on her voice as well as throughout her entire demeanor. ”And for now that’s all I can rightly do.” Solira might have crumbled around her, but as long as she had Kratos and Connor, then all was not lost. She was foolish to fight so hard for a land, for the politics of her home. And yet, here she was, trying to salvage what was left of their home, the place where she and Kratos had met and fallen in love; where she had given birth to Connor and found friends and happiness. This was her home, and she would not – no, she could not – watch it die around her. Perhaps Kratos really had rubbed off on her.

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