Chapter 10

Written by: Jasmine Groves

In her mind Angelica could hear the words of Noland, as if whispered in her ear, from the day she heard him speak

“Trust in something unknown.”

“Sometimes everything falls apart and you want to jump into the abyss and other times you just want to lie in the middle of the road and let it pass you by.”

She looked at the child at her feet and raised her eyes towards the Head Man. He stared unflinchingly at her, anger coursing off his skin and radiating towards her.

This island wasn’t a new world as Noland had predicted, but it was their world. They hadn’t asked for her to come onto this island, it wasn’t their fault she was stuck here… of course they had a right to their anger.

The stark contrast from when she had arrived and the shy smiles of children and the welcome feast, made her think of how much had changed in such a short time.

Noland had described the storms on the island as a reawakening, something that could call to his very soul.

Angelica looked past the Head Mans shoulder towards the treeline, it was getting darker and familiar grey clouds were gathering on the horizon.

“Trust is something unknown,” whispered in her head again. She had lost their trust, here before her lay a child.

She knelt in the sand feeling it prickle as the weight pushed it into her skin, and gently slipped one hand under the child and another under the child’s knees. With an upward jerk she lifted the child and started towards the water.

“Haku – Stop, ” shouted the Head Man, but Angelica was too focused on the voice in her head. 

“In life… you are on a pathway. Sometimes there is a crossroad and you need to choose right or left. Sometimes there is a bridge and you need to cross. Sometimes everything falls apart and you want to jump into the abyss and other times you just want to lie in the middle of the road and let it pass you by.” Noland’s voice echoed through her head.

“Be sure, none of these are easy choices.”

Water seeped up past her knees and with the cold splash of the wave she shuddered, but her momentum didn’t slow.

Her mind frantically searched for answers. Why had Noland walked off and why hadn’t he finished the story? She could feel the presence of the Head Man watching her from the shoreline.

Another step, more words flowing in her mind, “It was like a descent into hell… The Storm plucked us from the sky that day, like a dark and broody god”.

The world and ocean rose to engulf Angelica and the child, as they sank into the ocean the world went blank. Then a brightness of indescribable beauty filled her eyes, before total darkness.

A warm hand in hers caused her to open the eyes. She was standing on the shore, the child alive. “Trust is the Storm”.