Xaviax's Story Part 2
Rose had promised, and Xaviax received. He was moved out into the same tanks as the orcas, and taught to perform for the kids. He was fed properly, took pictures with people who wanted pictures, and given his jackknife so he could make a flute to keep himself entertained.
His third night in the tanks next to the ocean, he leaned against the edge closest to the sea and played on his flute loudly. The humans wouldn't know what the sound is or where it was coming from, but his family would. He wouldn't be able to see their faces due to the mountain's slope, but he'd be able to hear them with their telekinesis. He waited patiently, for a half hour, an hour, he couldn't tell, but all the while, he played the flute had had made from the fake coral reef at the bottom of the chilly tank. Then, he heard them. His brother and friends Stephyn and Aedryan. Corey was leading the way. He called out to them.
Here! I'm up on the mountain side!
Xaviax, thank Poseidon we found you, Corey said in