Prologue
His tail splashed in the water. He rested on a flat rock as he watched the sun slowly rising and greeting the flora and animals good morning. Bright orange coloured the sky as half of the sun was visible in the horizon.
Would this be the day?
His gaze was transfixed on the morning sun, hoping a silhouette would come. His nails dug into the flat rocky surface as he slowly sat up. The half sun grew in size and soon, the perfect circular sun was visible.
His eyes fluttered shut and he flopped against the rock.
Today wasn’t the day.
He’d been waiting for centuries.
He would continue waiting until the ship returned.
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