☁️⟐ °•➷ CHAPTER 1 » QUESTIONS tw for violence against a fictional squid >:[ and drowning even though the guy survived In the vast ocean of Erythia, there were always ships. Ships going from island to island, carrying messages, products, and people. Some ships brought with them destruction and fear, leaving nothing but ruins in their wake. Erythia is a cold world - Icebergs have sent many a crew to their watery death. And creatures lurk before the surface. Some of them are harmless, and can be tamed. Some others are deadly. But what Miriam saw was no sea creature. Someone was in the water!! What was he doing, so far away from the shore? The nearest land was miles away. Now she’d have to pull that idiot out. “Oevat uvz gb zr.” She commanded. The water rose up as if it had suddenly gained sentience, dropping the person onto the boat and drawing back. He coughed. So he was still alive. Impressive. He dared to open his eyes now, as he seemed to be on solid ground. Someone had rescued him. The features of the world around him slowly came into focus. He was laying on some sort of wood, and his rescuer was nowhere in sight. But they had saved him! He must thank whoever this person is. He stood up, grabbing onto the edge of the wall behind him. Now he saw the endless expanse of dark water around the frail wooden contraption. Where was he? Who had saved him?? And why? His thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He turned around sharply, expecting to see another one of the hounds who’d somehow found their way onto the ship. He couldn’t allow the creatures to find him here, when he was most vulnerable!! But what he saw was no monster. It was a person - presumably the one who’d rescued him. “What were you doing in the water? And what’s your name?” “My name is Milo.” He said. “And whom may I thank for saving my life?” Her name was Miriam, the red-haired girl answered. “But what were you doing in the water? Did your ship sink?” “Perhaps.” Milo said vaguely. “It is a long and convoluted matter.” He talked in an odd way, Miriam thought. And he wasn’t answering her question, either. Milo was not eager to trust Miriam, but eventually she persuaded him to go below deck. He trailed down the rickety wooden ladder, dripping water below him in all his soggy glory. In the dim light, Milo could barely make out the features of his surroundings. “Tybj.” With a snap of her fingers, light poured in from nonexistent windows, as if blinds had been opened. So this girl could work some sort of magic, Milo reasoned. What about the rest of the inhabitants of this world? The beginnings of a question started to form in his mind, but Miriam asked her question first. “What were you doing in the water?” He was reluctant to answer - it wasn’t exactly a good idea to tell her just yet. She’d ask him more questions, and he just wanted to sleep. *** Milo awoke with a start as the boat shook violently. He rushed out of the room to see what was happening. Miriam was already outside, peering into the choppy water. “There’s something below us!” She shouted over the wind. A dark tentacle reached out from under the water, rocking the boat once more. Milo ducked, fear clutching at his insides. Miriam stayed steady on her feet, handing Milo a sword. “Go make yourself useful.” Uncertainly, he took it, taking a swing at the long tendril that was beginning to climb over the railing. The long blade was unbalanced in his hands, and he dropped it into the water. “You idiot!” Miriam yelled across the deck. “I don’t even know how to use this!” Milo whimpered. “Everyone knows how to use a sword, you- Ah!” As the boat swayed again, a tentacle of the huge sea creature slammed into Miriam and bowled her off her feet. She planted her own sword into the monster’s flesh, but it did little more than to enrage the beast further. Milo rushed over, slipping on the slimy deck. “Away, foul one!!” He called, and his hands exploded with a brilliant blue light, forming a ring around the creature’s limb and slicing it neatly in half. It spurted inky black blood across the deck.
☁️⟐ °•➷ Yes that’s right I’ve given up on trying to convey a message with consecutive drawings and text bubbles and I’m writing a proper book. The one in need of good advice Has traveled to the land of ice. If this counsel heed you must Know power is snuffed out by lust. If to your world you must return, Then surely you’ll watch this one burn. Trust not the one whom you cannot trust. For despair to end, leave the southland’s frosty lea Travel northwards, ever wary To the Unforgiving Sea.
