The sea wind blew his hairnHe was standing on the beachnIt was raining.nHe saw wet footprints in the sand.nBut debated weather to follow them.nnHe was lost, but knew they wouldn't care.nHe'd been walking for eons, Was it out of his reach?nBut he wasn't complaining.nAlthough it wasn't what he had planned.nHe opened his hand, remembered the gem.nnIt was the reason he was here.nBut why was he considering giving up?nMaybe it was too late to find them now.nWas it raining too hard?nHe started to run, but tripped on a stone.nnHe was hurt, wished they would appear.nBut, he was determined, he got back up.nHe couldn't find them, he didn't know how.nHis feet were cut and charred.nBut he won't give up, he won't be on his own.