Three days ago, we were attacked by a vicious beast fully twice as long as our ship when we anchored just off the shore of the Telowian Islands in the Southern Sea to make repairs. The beast dove upon us from the clouds and tore men from the decks to devour in its maw. Of the Archeons, I had heard before this, but never had I believed. I count myself lucky to have escaped with my life and my ship.
- Annals of Lord Finnas
"Get that rigging ready!" Reane called, pacing around the deck. The target of her words, Brentai, was high above the ship testing the ropes and pulleys used to hoist the sails. "I want out of here before that storm starts up again!" Then added as a mutter under her breath, "And before any of the Archeons find us."
Bretnai tugged on one final rope. He looked down to see the crew scurrying about to get The Oracle back out to sea. "We'll have to make some additional repairs once we get underway!
*I don't care,* Reane told him with her mind. *Get as many of those sails up as you can.*
"Aye, captain!" He responded out loud, not realizing his mistake.
Reane looked over her shoulder and the starboard side of her ship. The Oracle bobbed in the rough seas not more than five hundred feet from a vertical cliff of rock. She watched the waves crash over the jagged, rocky teeth at its base.
Thanks to Brentai and the rest of her crew, The Oracle had survived after the primary anchor broke loose in the storm. Had they not been successful at getting the backup anchor rigged and into the water, The Oracle would be in thousands of tiny pieces right now.
With this lull in the storm, Reane wanted nothing more than to leave this place. The Telowian Islands were not somewhere she wanted to be with the possibility of Archeons in the air.
True, there were none of the foul breed to be seen, but Reane sensed them. There was a tickle in the back of her mind. Like something was stirring and poking around there. Something not human. Something primitive. And she didn't like it. Reane knew they were out there, slumbering through the dead of winter. But the question in her mind was if any of them stirred from their hibernation. And whether or not any of them knew that she and her ship were here.
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