There was a boy and a girl whose love spanned lifetimes, planets and galaxies. Their hearts followed each other around the sun and they moved with and against each other like the moon and the tides. Their love was the kind that ripped you apart and make you whole; it was also the kind you would cross oceans for and die for. Their story lasted many lifetimes. This is their story...


 

Namibia looked up at the sky; grey clouds were looming on the horizon again. It was quiet out here; everyone had gone inside. They always ran inside when the clouds came. It wasn’t the clouds they were afraid of but it was what they brought with them that the people feared. Those clouds shrouded something that was best not known or seen; a threat so large that entire villages and towns were covered over and blocked from view. Then it would move on just like that.

The grey clouds came every so often at random, sometimes passing them by, sometimes stopping and hovering over them; seeming to consider the next move. Which people would die today? Which town would cease to exist at the whim of these gods? The people rightly feared them; Namibia however was not afraid. While the rest of the people in her village cowered in their huts she stood alone out under the sky, gazing up at the ominous grey clouds, peering at them so intently she thought perhaps one day she will be able to see right through the cloud to what was concealed within.

But she never could see, and the clouds never did reveal their secrets. The clouds that concealed their dark secrets never bought rain; they just moved on slowly, never stopping to share the rains; just distant rumbling and sparks of light. Sometimes she thought she saw something, but it was only the tricks your eyes play on you when you stare too long and hard.

This time again the clouds moved on and Namibia looked down at her feet. She wiggled her bare toes in the dust. She looked up again at the now bright and empty sky. Was there a rain god? If there was one why did he not see fit to rain on them? Were they not worthy? Why did the rain god not bless them?

Namibia turned to head inside. Every time the clouds came she got in trouble for staying out in the open with no protection but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel the wind that didn’t blow here to flow through her hair. She wanted to feel the rain that didn’t fall here to wet her face, and she wanted to feel the ground that was reduced to dust here with her feet. There was too much hiding for her liking. So she stood outside alone.

As she walked back to the house she felt the pull, the yearning for adventure, calling her. The safety net of village life in front of her was starting to feel claustrophobic; it was like walking forward into an energy field that was thick like soup. But in that soup was the love and safety and loyalty of blood and friendship, which until now had always called her louder than the outside world had.

It was a new feeling, to be drawn to corners of the world she had never seen and didn’t know existed, but it was undeniable something in her was yearning to discover them. Since when had she thought that home was boring, suffocating even?