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First time posting on a writing prompt, so go easy on me! Tell me what you think: A boy stood at the prow of a little canoe, gazing across the sparkling, azure water. His eyes fixed on the towering, jagged structures ahead of him. They were getting close now, he could just about make out the metal beams and rods protruding from the rocky structure. “Hey Enoch,” he called, turning back to his older brother who was rowing silently, “if you want a break, I can row for a little while?” “Relax Abi, I’m used to pulling your weight.” Abi considered throwing some of their net at him, but decided against it. He sat on top of the nets as they continued in silence for a while. “Do you believe what they say about those things?” the younger brother asked, breaking the silence. “What, the Stacks?” Enoch replied, nodding at the structures approaching ahead. “Mm” “Those stories are just stories Abi. If this place used to be dry land, where did all this water come from?” He felt slightly exasperated. Abel was always asking questions about the Ancients. What does it matter now? The Ancients are gone whether the stories are true or not. Abi shot his brother a defensive look, “Isa told me that the water used to be rock,” he began, “the Ancients got greedier and greedier, so God punished them. He turned the-“ “He turned the rock into water to drown them out. The ones who repented he took up to heaven in a chariot of fire.” Enoch finished with a smirk, “Old Man Isa’s been telling us stories about the Ancients since we were kids, don’t tell me you believe them all. So you think Atur really did go to heaven and fall in love with Lady Moon? The day I see rock turn to water is the day I believe that old lunatic.” Enoch looked down at his feet, saying nothing. “Look,” Enoch conceded, “let’s just focus on getting these fish for Ma and Pa. We need a decent haul for the market on Sunday.” “Yeah, you’re right.” Abi said under his breath. He glanced up at the mess of rock and rusted iron looming ahead of him that marked the fishing grounds. Enoch was always right.