When? I don't know. Long, long ago. Where? A lovely sandy beach. Who? A boy in training. (Edit. Version 1.1) Waves The distant deep rumble filled the air. Out there, a hill of water rose and rose in the Great Sea until the forces of gravity would no longer allow the hill to maintain itself, and it all came crashing down. A long line of tumbling, splashing, foaming wave, up and down the coast. Crrrssshhh. The water bounced about as it rushed towards the shore, it’s chaos soon smoothing until the shallow waters were rushing up the pale sands. Ssssssss. Tumbling pebbles, and bits of seaweed and shell, and tiny silver fish barely the size of your pinky fingernail, with stripes of luminous red along their sides. The sea and the shells and the fish would rush for the top of the beach but, as always, the forces of gravity and the tide soon pulled them all back into the sea, as a new hill of water rose out in the ocean again. A rhythm played over and over for time immemorial. Chrrrshh rummmble sssssss….. A boy sat on the beach dressed only in a simple white loincloth and a conical broad brimmed hat made of grasses to protect from the sun. His toes wriggled into the sand a bit more each time the shallow waters rushed up around him. Toes enjoying the texture and the coolness. His deeply tanned back bent over as he looked into the waters rushing by. A tiny silver fish with a luminous red stripe wiggled up and seemed to fight the flow with a swish of its tail to stay at the boy’s feet. “Hello.” the boy said with a smile. He gently held his open hand a few inches over the water and the fish, but then the tidal forces quickly pulled the water and the fish away. “Be ready.” he said quietly to himself and held his hand out over the sand in preparation. The sea rushed in again, and there was a fish, again fighting the tide. He lifted his hand, and a thin stream of seawater swirled up out towards him. An inverse whirlpool. The tide pulled away, but the whirlpool bent and stretched then finally snapped it’s connection and bounced up into the boys hand. A floating ball of water containing a tiny silver fish with luminous red stripes, glinting in the sunlight. The boy smiled and sat back with his palm upraised and the ball of seawater floating above it. “Hello there little one.” The fish swam in little circles. His other hand fumbled with a crust of bread wrapped in a scrap of cloth. He rubbed the crust between thumb and index finger over the ball of water, dropping in tiny dots of food which floated on the surface for a moment, then drifted down into the ball. The fish zipped up to one and nibbled then zipped off to another, making for a goofy big toothed grin on the boy. He took a chunk of bread for himself and took a good solid bite. And so the two of them sat a while, eating and looking at each other contentedly. After a while he said “Very well, I’ll show you” to the fish as if continuing a silent conversation. He stood up carefully, trying not to shake the wobbling ball of water too much. “There… there is the sea. Your world. It goes on forever out there. One day you will have to show it to me. I have some lessons to learn before I can follow you. And this sand is the line between your world and mine. And there are the dunes and the trees, and way down there is my temple. That’s my home. One day when I can protect you better, I will take you there. Everyone will be so excited to meet you. But I need more practice. And look up… right up little one. That’s the sky, and that’s the sun, and beyond that is the entire Galaxy. More worlds and people and creatures than you can imagine. Maybe one day we can both go see them all.” The tiny fingernail of a fish seemed to look up at the entire Universe. The little ball of water began to drip. Their time together was running out, so the boy sat down again, and waited for the waters to rush up again. “See you tomorrow”, and with a plop, he dropped ball of water. The waters rushed back into the sea, and the boy pushed himself up and walked the sands back towards his temple, humming one of his Masters mantras. With a ssssssss, the waters rushed up the shore again, and a little silver fish with luminous red stripes swam up once more, but the boy was gone.