The Storm and the Sage

When the great sea serpent rose from the churning ocean, its jaws wide enough to swallow the horizon, the sage did not run. He stood in the roaring waves and held the woman he loved closer. She looked up at him, not in fear, but with a quiet question in her eyes. “Is this the end?” He smiled. “No,” he said. “This is the test.” For the serpent was not a beast. It was the form that destiny takes when it wants to know if your love is real. They did not let go. The sea became still. The serpent sank. And destiny, satisfied, moved on.

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012.05.009