Lord of Water. Chapter 2. Show Me!Mila sat up as if suddenly startled from the edge of sleep. She looked at me lying there awake and said " Show me." I understand what you have to do, so how are you going to be strong enough to make it right?
I led her to the bathroom and started to fill the sink with water. I know that it normally takes a few years to orient myself and to rehabilitate my power of water, but it gets stronger each time I use this ability. As the sink filled I turned off the tap and placed both hands in cuppeing them together. I opened them out flat and lifted them slowly. The water formed up around my hands and I just lifted the large blob of water into the air. I weilded it into lovely swirling forms and just played with the motion and changing forms. I suddenly noticed Mila's stunned gaze in the mirror and started to laugh. The water fell to the sink and splashed all over the two of us. Mila screamed in hysterics and we both just stood there laughing at each other for another five minutes. Mila tried to talk, but just kept bursting out with laughter. So I threw a dry towel at her and went out to get some cold drinks for us both. Mila drank and smiled and chuckled and drank some more, just shaking her head in either disbeleif or amazement. She then asked "How much can you do with this? And what else can you do?" "Well, it get stronger the more I work with it. It is sort of an effortless thing. The harder I try or more serious I get, the less it seems to work and it actually makes me feel tired. But if I just enjoy the motion and play with it, it feels like I could make a tidal wave or something. It just feels so easy. I am not really sure how far it can go. I think that its totally up to me. Kind of cool hey?" Mila walked over to me smiling and just climbed onto me. I walked back to the bedroom with her wrapped around me like a little spider monkey and we both snuggled falling into deep sleep. The next morning I woke to the sound of a busy house. Mila was cooking breakfast and seemed to be busy with cleaning and rearranging stuff all over the place. I strolled out and asked "What's happening?" Mila looked at me in the way that she does to make me feel like an idiot and said "Come on! Get busy. We can't do what has to be done just loafing around here! Can we?" We spent the next week packing up the place and organising for Mila's sister to watch over our place as our journey began. We spent some time with our family saying good bye. This sure is the place that we'll come home to when all the work's done. We travelled across the peninsula to the portways of the water people. After a good nights sleep at a friendly bed and breakfast, we walked through the fish market and into the moorings. This is a busy port and the strong oily smell of the fish market carried with it an industry of many millenia. We turned out to the second main jetty and looked down the line of long, swift draw boats. Dozens of proud water spirits sweyed and motioned with the light ebb and flow of the swell seeping into the bay. The generation of the water people is all expressed right here in the essence of these glorious lengths of pride. A draw boat pulls its energy and speed from the motion of the swell and is somehow able to hold this energy for calmer, easy days. We walked about a third of the way along the wharf and out strolled a young master of the sea. He gave us a warm smile and gently said "I'm pleased that you've finally arrived. I've been waiting quite a while now. We sure do have a long way to go." Mila and I looked at each other in amazement. How could this guy have any idea about anything?
Have Mila and our young lord been lead into some type of trap? Or is this young sea master the key to the start of an amazing journey. The tides will tell. Read on to follow the journey.
Author Mike King Lord of Water
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