Siege of the Spring

Old and crippled she stands by the shore.

Closer and closer she draws.

It was but to be expected, a noble lady of her age, that one day her days would be over.

And no more memories would be made.

Regardless of tide or time she takes thought to tend to the timeless travels that once took place...

In this place...where she now stands;

Alone.

But at home.

For, although she has lost someone, something, so dear, as she stands by the shore she does not shed a single tear.

The tide is out.

She rests beside the breakwater, waiting for her youth to be restored.

But her purpose is no more.

For her captain did not return from the Siege of the Spring.

Although tranquility has been restored for most, dormant memories can still sting.