Almost two centuries have passed since the mysterious tragedy of the Poseidon's Fury left its entire crew slaughtered without a trace of the assailant. Only a single shred of evidence remains - a cursed scroll clutched in the captain's severed hand...
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The friends woke up as the first light of the sun crept across the sand hills. They had a satisfying breakfast of flatbread, dates, and spiced tea and efficiently packed up their camp by practising working together.
Continuing their journey, they soon saw the remains of Eridu on the third day. Weathered mudbrick structures and ancient writings on clay tablets were all that remained of the once-great Sumerian city. Chrysomallo enthusiastically documented the ruins and ancient objects, while Ashamshemesh and Ikkos shared historical insights.
Beyond Eridu, Chrysomallo guided them using her detailed maps and knowledge from scholars. They sometimes slowed down to examine carvings on cliffs, take rubbings, or study unique plants and landmarks.
At night, they would gather around fires, sharing stories and philosophising under the soft light of the stars. Their bond grew stronger with every step they took across the desert. Even when their paths diverged, they relied on the compass and star patterns to find their way.
After several more days of travelling, the landscape gradually changed. Colourful fields and flooded areas replaced the sand hills and sparse vegetation. The air became more humid, carrying subtle natural scents in the breeze. The solid ground was replaced by soft, wet soil, and tall grasses grew abundantly along their path.
As they continued their journey, narrow waterways wound between the tall grasses, and their path was marked by swaying stalks. They could see walls of dense vegetation stretching into the blurry distance, a clear sign that they were getting closer to the Qadisiyya marshes.
"It seems we've reached the southern edge of the marshes," Ashamshemesh observed, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Chrysomallo double-checked their location on her clay tablet and confirmed Ashamshemesh's observation.
"What an interesting change after spending so much time in the wide-open desert," Themistonoe remarked. Mnesarete nodded in agreement, noting that this change brought its own beauty, like discovering new layers in a familiar dream.
"I've never seen such a lush, green landscape!" Chrysomallo exclaimed, sketching on her clay tablet in amazement. "There seems to be an endless variety of plants and animals here."
"There are surely many mysteries to uncover," Dex said eagerly. "If we listen carefully, these wet borders may reveal the stories of those who came here in search of nourishment for both their bodies and souls."
Ikkos nodded thoughtfully. "Many civilisations thrived in areas abundant in resources. Let us hope that traces of those who were drawn here long ago still remain."
Their camels sped up, energised by plenty of fresh food after crossing barren paths. The tall reeds grew taller as the group continued their ride, creating a mystical, water-filled landscape unlike anything they had ever seen. These rustling plants provided shelter for many colourful plants and animals.
Twisting waterways wound endlessly through the marshes, connecting narrow channels and large lakes full of activity. The air buzzed with the songs and calls of countless wetland creatures.
