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The Sea's Maiden
The dark inky water licked Danielle's feet as she stood looking out across the sea. The sun had set about an hour ago and yet here she still stood. Her pink, plastic flip flops hang from her index finger. The wind pulls out the blonde hairs from her ponytail, yet here she still stands. Clutched in her hand was the letter she recently received from the fresh bouquet of flowers sent to her office.
My dearest Danielle,
How I miss you my love. Please come home tonight. I know what I did was wrong, but I am a better man. I have changed the second you walked out the door leaving me alone in my grief. Please Dani girl, come home. I love you.
With all my heart and cramped hand,
Your loving husband,
She gripped the letter tighter remembering the cursed words and lies. She had not gone home that night, oh no, instead coming to her true home. The sea had always called out to her asking her time and again. "Will you be my fair maiden?" the sea would whisper in every caress of the skin. All the time Danielle refused for life had a plan for her.
What if this is my destiny, to be one with the sea? What if my destiny is to finally succumb to the inner struggle in me?
The pink plastic flip flops fell to the ground freeing her right hand. With both hands she ripped up the letter attaching it to the wind. With one foot, she stepped closer to the water allowing the sea to hungrily grab at her ankles.
With a deep breath of the air she looked to sky wondering, "Is this my day to die?"
The water grew higher around Danielle's legs wrapping it's greedy hands around its prize until a shout broke the distance making the sea sigh.
A man was walking the beach making his way toward Danielle. His brown hair whipped across his face hiding his eyes. When closer, Danielle could see they were dark, but with a special light. "Madam, I would advise against wading in the sea this late at night. What if something would happen to you?" the man asked.
Danielle looked out to the sea listening to its tempting whispers. "The sea has wanted me for years. Finally it is getting what it wants," Danielle answered stonily.
"Who has made your heart so hard, madam?" the man asked. "Though, it is none of my business," he added. She shook her head saying, "My husband cheated on me. I found him in my bed with his mistress."
The man took a haggard breath looking out to the sea. "So, is the sea finally claiming its true mistress then?" The man looked at Danielle with sad eyes.
For the first time coming to the beach she finally felt fear and uncertainty. Only a few minutes ago she was ready to die. "Who are you, sir?" Danielle ventured eyeing the man with suspicion.
He gave her a smile and replied, "A man betrayed not by lover, but fellow men. I know your pain, madam, but have faith. For you are not truly dead yet. It is the final beat of the heart when you truly must let go. You were not thrown to the beasts, but spared to live another day. Grow from this experience and learn from mistake, isn't that after all what being human is about?"
Danielle looked at the strange man realizing the tide was no longer licking her feet. She looked at the man dumbfounded as he began to walk away.
She cried out, "Who are you?" The man did not turn in response.
Danielle sighed picking up her flip flops realizing what a crazy night it has been. It was not till she was at the pier that she heard the wind carry the name, "Epipodius."
What a strange, yet familiar name, Danielle thought to herself dismissing it as a wandering thought. She walked back home for a good night's rest because tomorrow was the beginning of her new life.
I was remembering my time in Florida with my campus ministry and all the nights I stared out across the see in thought. One night I wondered what it would be like to keep wading out into the water, not to die, but to be in the ocean at night.
Then I remembered a movie where someone committed suicide by doing this, so this is how the story began.
St. Epipodius: This was a betrayed woman. So, I had to find the patron saint of betrayal: St. Epipodius. At first, I was going to write with Alexander, but I did not want the woman to have support of friends. I wanted to show the inner strength women have to continue to live.
See that Epipodius did not interfere in so much he asked her for her reasons. When she saw her reasons were not as well as she thought, he was no longer needed. Yes, she was betrayed, but she used her betrayal for growth.
Danielle: A female variant of Daniel meaning "God is my judge." I thought this was appropriate because you do not really see why the husband cheated or if Danielle is truly innocent. After all there is two sides to every story. Only God can judge her for her mistakes and her life, but most of all her decisions.
- Epipodius and Alexander
This is Wikipedia, not the most reliable, but this where my information came from. It is a very short look into these two men's lives.