Nazneen flew to the nearest sea that the river led to. Since she found the trace of blood ending at the river, she guessed that he had swum to the sea. Landing on the rocky beach, she stared ahead at the glistening water reflecting the moonlight and the stars. The waves were gentle and soothing, and she heard something else in the distance. A calming melody coming from far away and fading into the wind.
Ares. Where was he? How did he even take himself to the river with that broken leg? From the trail of blood, he hurt himself even more. He could have just woken her up and asked for help. Stubborn man!
"Ares!" She called his name, using her hands to cover the sides of her mouth so the sound would go in one direction.
