Avalon Part 3

    Finally the Ocean had allowed Avalon a moment of tranquility and  beached her on its shoreline. 
 As its cool water held firm to her tail,
 It was keen in upholding its desire in keeping her grounded from the dry sand that lay only inches from her.
As her upper body lay across the moist sand, her tail continued to
 sweep through the shallow water that held her there. She reached out in an attempt to 
grasp the dry grain, but it was useless. The Ocean would allow only
a short moment for her to take in the scenery before  its demands would soon pull her back into its claim.
 It had played a harsh twisted game and its strength continued with the desire that she would remain part of its effect.
She had no idea of the carnage it had created just days earlier.
    Avalon perched herself up on her elbow as the fading sun shone its last rays across
the incoming tide. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze sail across her body.
It was as though it welcomed her presence as it swept from the falling
waves. All that she was had been vacated by desire. It hadn't been a random act, the Ocean
had been watching her for days. It knew what it wanted the moment it had washed its cool
essence over her bare feet. She had been manipulated by greed and now that it had her,
it wasn't about to let go. Feat has been created the moment the Ocean took her and now
she allowed its capture without struggle. The Ocean had molded Avalon into its sanctuary and 
 felt secure in the knowledge of what it had achieved. Her creators master plan had worked, with Avalon being, its center piece.