Symphony Of The Sea || (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 4

Narrator's pov

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Everything was a mixed invert of colour. What was red was green. The sky expanded above as an ever-growing dream

It was born of the colour of summer Iris, swirl galaxies of brilliant stars. The blue sky we were all accustomed to was a saturated colour of pink and purple on this section of the island

Melody didn't have the luxury to pause, let her feet join the serenity of quietness, and breathe. For she was being carried upwards the mountains by the island's strongest warriors

They always had one stance. Their faces were stern, yet peaceful as they swung the girl over their shoulders. Poor men, they had the right idea but wrong way of executing it. You could obviously tell they weren't experienced with women

Callused fingers clenched their palms, feeling the cold wind blow against their bodies as they walked down the long and wide bridge leading towards the castle on the mountain

One led the pack, his muscular upper-body was exposed while his lower body was only covered in a few strings and a cloth covering his privates

On the bridge, there were lines and lines of the village people. All all had their eyes wide, the children giggled and whispered into each other's ear as the men walked past them. Mothers held their husbands closely, muttering a few words as their necks stretched out to look at the woman they were carrying

It was the first they had spotted a human, the gossips were already starting to spread. Questions needed answers, like how was she even able to pass through the storm, how did she survive? But the most important was why she was even here. The Caribs would now have to fear for their lives, afraid she might be just one of many explorers coming to raid and kill them, taking everything their had including their own flesh and blood

There was something unique that made these people stand out from humans. Melody assumed they were all covered in tattoos but that was where she was wrong

Their brown skins were as smooth as the opening petals of spring flowers, each person was uniquely marked on their skin with black lines given to them by genetics. Each line told a story which their children carried on. Black lines rain down their shoulders to their finger tips. Some had white dots on their cheeks, some had ancient black marks on their broad chests or tribal designs, their eyes were all naturally silver and glowed an electric colour, it was their identity

The Carib men trained their entire lives to serve and protect their island from those who dared step foot on it

It was near to impossible that anyone could find the island. It was surrounded by a whirlwind of dark clouds and a storm so powerful that it would drown a sailors boat just a mile away from it

The only way for someone to find or even grant access through the storm was by one of the island's prize jewel

The castle was bold, it stood there as if conjured from the storybook of a child. It was perfect. Every stone was even and square, as if those who built were set on perfection, as if they really loved what they made. They were walls made to protect a community, to echo with laughter and be the shelter they needed for the millennia to come

The castle walls were the strongest thing for miles around.Guards stood by the doorway with their spears held high with their chins as they parted to give the men access into the castle

Down the hall sat a man on his throne, his eyes were electric blue and glowed from a few feet away, his skin resembled the earthy hues in the summertime, perfectly brown and smooth without a single flaw. The golden crown on his head contrasted his dark skin so perfectly. His brow rose as he watched the men bring in the human girl down his hallway