Rebirth

In many cultures over the past centuries, it's been believed that the ocean has magical properties. That if one were to die, that the Earth would choose to have you follow its path or to let you continue your journey, heaven or hell no one really knows which.

I am about to tell of one such incidents.

In a dangerous country

On a quite hill

Was a pyre

Upon that pyre sat the ashes,

Of one once loved

Of one still loved

A strong breeze came shooing her ashes away

To mix with the magical waves of the ocean

Was she truly dead?

No, says the wind

No, says the sun. No, says the moon.

No, says death, I will not take her now she has many things to do still

The blue ocean depths crashed, darkly saying I will not take one as fair as she

The dark ocean depths, crashed and churned angrily

Out of the depths rises the one once loved and cherished

Out of the depths of heaven or hell comes the one to seek what once was

Please people this is my first story so please don't burn me, I would like to survive this story! Please review and don't be to mean!