Where the Sun Shines

The tide was coming up over my sandy wet feet, the moon shone it's pale white light upon us. I looked at him for the last time and an unwilling tear escaped from the crevass of my eye.
"We'll be together again some day, my love." He spoke to me, his voice longing. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay here in this world, in this place that wouldn't have me. I should have learned to dispise it but it was everything I'd ever wanted in life. One saying I've learned from being up here is, "better to have loved and lost than never loved at all", this whole time I've wondered what that saying meant and I feel like I now now know what it means.

The beginning.

Coral reefs, the cool darkened depths that I call home, so vast and wide. My world is so big yet, I feel that there is more to it or perhaps I'm wishing for there to be more. My kind keep to the very bottom, where we dance and sing and thrive.  As young we are raised to keep away from what we call 'The Shallow'. The Shallow is the waters where light can be seen. I frequently remember tales my grandfather would tell me time and time again,
The shallow is a bad place, where monsters take you away.
They take you far away where you'll never be able to see us again.
Some say that beyond The Shallow, they do unimagineable things.
Promise me, my little puella, that you will never go.
Each time he told me I would always say, "I promise." Then he would always whip his fin at me, playfully of course.
As I grew older and more curious of the world and my life I began to wonder more about The Shallow, I hadn't ever even thought of it since I was a child. It wasn't until one day when a few of us were together that one of the others decided to get close. I'm not sure how it happened really, we were all chasing each other, swimming fast and hard, farther and farther. I'm the youngest and I'm not as fast as the others, so when I rounded the reef, that's when I realized what was going on.
This is hard to explain for me,  you see, where I come from, we don't call each other by names, our mothers and fathers and grandmothers and fathers refer to their young as puella and puer, yes but that's as far as it goes. To avoid confusion I will name them myself, Shark was the oldest and his brother was with us too, you couldn't tell that he was older because Mako was much bigger. Amur and Pike were there too, and when I turned around the reef they were frantic. The only thing they could do was point to Shark, he and Mako were brawling.
To this day, I have no knowledge of what came between them but I still feel a great sorrow upon my shoulders when I think of it. If only he could have experienced The Shallow the way I did than maybe I wouldn't have to be the only one who felt so detatched and alone down here.
Let me not stray away from the tradgedy, Amur, Pike and I were only able to gawk at them, we knew not even our combined strength would be enough to seperate them. Though they weren't much larger than us in size they were as beastly as whales. Before we could stop them they were getting closer and closer to The Shallow. Fins whipping, arms flailing, water currents thrashing about them just as Mako put some distance between them an ominus figure was above. Then before Shark could strike, something whirrled from The Shallow down right through Shark. A dark cloud of blood filled the area around him and at the focal point, in the middle of his chest, a gleaming silver colored apparatus stuck. Nothing of our world, it was so bizzare, and just like that he was pulled away, eaten by The Shallow.