Finding the Diamond

William Trost Richards

South of the grey waters, lay the outcast bastard village of Trent on Shore. On paper, its land had no borders, for not a King or surveyor saw value in its proprietary; and, as there was no farmland or commerce to be had, the mayor had long vacated, leaving it to the wayward to inhabit the huts that leant against its sea-wracked cliffs.

The name of this place was better known to some as: Dearth and Dingle.

It was there that Tindle had found a diamond. Embedded in the crumbling cliff, and once covered completely with crusty sand, he had caught the wink of its glitter as he foraged for seaweed grapes in the hairy pools of the sponge-like rocks.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER -: Finding Self - Second Guesses