We sailed through a narrow passage delimited by strange looking trees that grew out of the water.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"We're going back to Cian"
I knew that. I wanted to know what part of Breasal we were in, but I didn't speak. I was too confused.
Then, as if she had read my mind, she said "This is not Breasal yet. It is Draichü."
"Draichü?"
"No one knows its origin. It's a forest in the middle of the ocean. In ancient times, this path was made with special boats, because a lot of fishermen were shipwrecked here."
"Why can't we see their boats?"
"Because they are deep below us. These trees are very tall."
This was pretty interesting, but right now it just made me want to scream. I'd had enough mystery for today.
We sailed on, and after passing through countless trees, lush with bluish leaves, the tree line indicated that we had passed Draichü.
"We're almost there." She announced when the trees had disappeared in the mist behind us.
A few more miles and the shore of Cian-Del became visible through the fog. It was a characteristic of this area, the fog, always clouding our sight.
It was strangely quiet, the docks were always so busy with fishermen prowling about, and sailing boats taking off toward the sea, and guards shouting orders. But not now. Not one whisper could be heard.
"Why is it so quiet?" I asked.
"Shh" she exclaimed, looking around.
Then she detained her sight upon something I could not see, something just beyond the foggy curtain.
"What is it?"
"Look" she pointed, and, as our rowboat came closer, two huge warships, five times the size of Cian's greatest boat started to become visible in the murkiness.
We both gasped.
Slowly, we made our way towards the shore, afraid of what that enormous beast meant, and why the docks were so silent.
And my fears became true. Just the way I had seen it in my vision.
We disembarked unto a blood-spattered deck. The gate was broken, there were burnt ships everywhere, dead guards and villagers lying on the cold stone floor.
We walked through silently, toward the woods that led to Cian. Once there, I spoke.
"How could we have ignored such a warning?"
"You weren't ready, even if we had come, it would've been the same." She spoke confidently, but even I could here the pain in her voice.
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The Unknown Waters
FantasyIn ancient times, Seumas, a young man with 19 years of age, lives a peaceful life at a farm in a small island named Breasal, until a mysterious girl appears in his life and everything turns upside down. While Seumas struggles to learn the secrets of...
