Wandering though the darkness, all was lost.
It's hard to lose something you've never had. Yet it is so easy to get lost where you've never been before. Forced to wander, alone and lost, in the darkest of nights. No one ever planned any of this. No one ever wanted this to happen. And yet it had. But that was life. That was fate. Fate just happens, and sometimes all you can do is keep walking, keep wandering. That's how the world works. At least, that was how it worked that night, when all was lost.
The sound of the shores could be heard in the distance, the gentle pulling of the water against the sand. The sound od the waves was a guide, to keep her near town. She feared that if she wandered too far, she would be lost for ever. Even though it was too late for that. Because as it was, all was lost.
Amber remembered her times spent at the sea, the time she had spent gathering salt water, only to have to bring it back for her grandmother to evaporate. She remembered watching the old woman's hands take the salt that was still in the bucket, after all of the water was gone, and dying it many different, beautiful colours. She made the grains red and yellow, orange and blue. There were even two different shades of green. But never purple. Purple was dangerous. The dye was poisionous. But if the price was high enough, Amber's grandmother was known, only on the rarest occaions, to dye it purple. But now Amber wished she hadn't. It was the purple's fault that all was lost.
Wandering though the darkness, all was lost. Amber was lost, her grandmotehr was lost, her views on life, all lost. And so she wandered the shores in the dark, waiting of the tide to come in, and wash it all away.
