Wisher's Well | Fortune's Fountain

Art Train for Shaffee of [Zenith]. I hope that I depicted him correctly! Enjoy!

Giving way to the unending abyss ahead, Zenith dug his talons into the sparkling grains of sand. The stars cast their light down to the beach as the waves crawled onto shore. Everything around fell silent as the sound of water crashed to land akin to a cruel laugh. It was almost harsh. Dry, like the seething feeling Zenith felt in his own lungs with every cold breath.
The sea appeared to sway before him, as if it were just out of reach. It was beckoning… no. Teasing.
Astreans had long ago descended below the shore in an attempt to leave those on the surface to suffer. Though he’d once been among their ranks, the fellow Astrean was cast out and left to wallow in shame. Zenith almost thought he’d deserved this; he’d done something wrong to be stripped of power, yet he’d done what he found necessary to be able to embrace his fallen love once more.
The browbird felt the feeling bubble up within every fiber of his being; corporeal form and soul came together to recall the moment of betrayal. Everything had been taken from him in a cruel twist of fate, including the one he cared for most.

Feeling his legs carry him forwards, the browbird stopped at the very edge of the water. The stars that once hung in the sky threatened to slide behind the oncoming clouds. Zenith almost wished he could do the same, as if he could shy away from the world and return to his life once lived. Wishful thinking.
He carefully oriented himself to sit while longing to be submerged in the past.

The ample, lonely view of the sea was the only piece of his life that remained whole.

End. 290 Words.