Black Sand Shores, CA (No. 1)
Governor Juan Alvarado granted Rancho San Jose y Sur Chiquito, including the land from Carmel to near Palo Colorado Canyon, to José Castro in about 1848. Castro documented a trail from Monterey to Palo Colorado Canyon used by Native Americans when he filed a map of his purchase in 1853. When the region was first settled by European immigrants in 1853, it was the United States' "last frontier".
After California gained statehood, the trail from Carmel to Mill Creek (present-day Bixby Canyon) was declared a public road by the county in 1855. But the California coast south of Carmel and north of San Simeon remained one of the most remote regions in the state, rivaling at the time nearly any other region in the United States for its difficult access. It remained largely an untouched wilderness until early in the twentieth century.
Yankee businessman Charles Henry Bixby bought several hundred acres south of Mill Creek and harvested lumber, tanbark, and lime. Without a road, he resorted to using a landing chute and hoist to transfer the goods to steamers anchored offshore.
Bixby tried to persuade the county to build a road to Bixby Creek, but they refused, replying that "no one would want to live there". In 1870, Bixby and his father hired men to improve the track and constructed the first wagon road including 23 bridges from the Carmel Mission to Bixby Creek.
Further south, the Rancho El Sur grant extended from the mouth of Little Sur River inland about 2.5 miles (4.0 km) over the coastal mountains and south along the coast past the mouth of the Big Sur River to Cooper's Point. It was largely a cattle operation. There was a brief industrial boom in the late 19th century, but the early decades of the twentieth century passed with few changes, and Big Sur remained a nearly inaccessible wilderness.
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Grains of Sand by The Shore
Well, here we have the first chapter of my Namuri fic, guess I really jumped on that ship wagon.
So, a little disclaimer here, I chose to make this an AU where TChalla stills lives, I hope this is not offensive in any way, I really felt the loss of the character, and even more the loss of the great Chadwick Boseman, so this is a way to honour him and the wonderful and important character that is Black Panther.
Without further ado, hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter 1
Before Shuri's hand touched the door authorizing her entry, she hesitated a lot. Her mental state was still recovering after everything she had been through the past few days, her and all of Wakanda. At least, in the midst of so much chaos, a symbolic gesture, which Shuri had put aside trying to figure out its meaning for a while, brought a hope that seemed lost.
T'Challa was right there on the other side of the bedroom door, apparently alive and well, according to the medical team's report. She had left her brother in the care of her talented and competent scientists while she defended the nation. Her and her brother's roles had been switched for a while. She was relieved that it was only for a brief period of time. Shuri had also made a point of being there when her brother woke up, and that was what she would do.
She entered the room then, finding T'Challa resting. He had always been strong and hardworking, her rock, an unwavering warrior, with a perfect sense of humor that understood hers. Losing him would be irreparable and that was why she let the feeling of relief wash over her at seeing him so peaceful, breathing deeply.
Eventually, he opened his eyes, lids fluttering and irises searching for some direction, trying to recognize where he was.
-Shuri? - he murmured softly, hesitating, not quite sure if it was really his sister there.
She broke down in tears, leaning over his lap, not caring about the pain of her knees hitting the floor at once. T'Challa had no idea what the commotion was about, but he preferred to leave her alone. Surely she would tell her what she needed when she was ready. On instinct, he started stroking her head and just then his sister reacted and looked at him.
-You don't know how happy I am that you're alright - she confessed, getting up slowly, recovering herself little by little.
-I don't really know what happened, I remember being on a stretcher, in your laboratory, did I pass out? - he genuinely wanted to know.
-I made a difficult decision when I saw that I couldn't cure you - she told him slowly, the memories of that moment were still disturbing - I put you in cryogenics, for almost a year, you almost died before I found the cure, but then. .. well, I replicated the heart shaped herb, in short, it will grow again.
-That's wonderful, but how did you do it? - T'Challa wanted to know the details that she had withheld.
-That's a pretty long story, really - she sighed - but I promise I'll tell you as soon as you recover.
"I'll wait," he stated without a doubt, which left her a little on edge, but completely happy that he was there, asking her for answers.
Shuri talked a little more with her brother about his treatment and his state of improvement since then. She let him rest for more days, until he was completely ready to return to his post.
A grand ceremony was called to celebrate the return of the King of Wakanda to his rightful throne. The entire nation cheered him through the main streets, a procession that followed to the throne room, with the entire council in attendance. Shuri wasn't there, which was a comforting thing for her, everything had fallen into place for her. She was a scientist, not a warrior. Her decision to defend the country came from an extremely necessary situation.
Though she was glad to be back in her natural habitat, Shuri remembered what made her so busy there, recreating the heart shaped herb through an enemy's gift, who had taken her mother from her.
She hadn't heard more from Namor, but in her mind was the constant warning that he might reappear again, and she still had the shell that served as a communicator. Maybe this side of the sea would need to call him sometime. Even with the losses and all the violence, they had ended their conflict as allies, and eventually, T'Challa would have to meet him.
Thinking exactly about that, Shuri received a visit from her brother in the laboratory, which made her focus on him at the moment.
-Can I help you with something? - she volunteered.
"I have some good news before I ask you something," he confessed, smiling.
-Really? I'm all ears! - she replied in the same enthusiasm.
-I intend to marry Nakia, she accepted the proposal - the king let himself smile, really happy, expressing his joy.
-Thank you Bast, finally! - Shuri even raised her hands and did a short turn, which drew a laugh from her brother.
-I know it's exciting, but now comes my request - he got serious again.
"Fine." She crossed her arms willingly.
-I heard that you interacted with the king of Talokan, the undersea kingdom that also has vibranium - he started the subject - and I know about all the confrontations and the casualties, our mother, what happened to her was a fatality... the question is that... as much as you clashed, I understand that he is our ally, that's why the elders suggested that I invite him to the wedding as a gesture of goodwill. I wanted to know your opinion and what you have to say about him, what do you know about him.
The explanation left her slightly dizzy, having a little trouble processing what she was hearing. Meeting Namor was closer than ever.
-Well, he... - she cleared her throat lightly and continued - he's an ally of Wakanda, I think inviting him would show that we're at peace with both kingdoms, that he's welcome and that in a way, the past is gone.
- So you agree with the visit? - T'Challa waited for her confirmation.
"Yes," she nodded, quietly.
There was something bothering Shuri, something that had changed her, subtle attitudes that weren't like her. Surely what she had gone through was much more delicate than he could have foreseen at the time. It was better not to force her to say if she wasn't comfortable.
-What do you say about Namor? - the king repeated.
-He is headstrong, relentless, even fierce as a warrior, but certainly protective, motivated by revenge and how colonizers viewed him and his people in the past.
"That last part didn't sound good to me," he confessed.
-Yes, I felt it on my skin, literally what that means - she shrugged, almost touching the scar from the wound on her abdomen - but our agreement was made precisely because we left that aside, and from what I saw he is a man word, will fulfill what we agreed.
-Very well, then, I'll talk to him personally - he decided - do you know a way to contact him?
-Actually, I do - she remembered - he left me a shell, said I could only blow on the seaside.
-Are you joining me in this meeting? - her brother asked and that made her shudder a little, starting to get anxious, without really knowing why.
-Yes, of course, someone needs to take care of you after all - she gave him a relaxed smile, almost the same Shuri as always, almost...
-Okoye is coming with us too - T'Challa also said in a relaxed way, but still paying attention to his sister's slight discomfort.
Again, he reminded himself that he wouldn't ask questions she didn't want to answer and changed the subject, which made her feel better.
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