2 years later:

“Captain!” “Captain!” Lena yells, snapping me from my sleep.

I open my door to find her standing there impatiently, “We’re approaching.” She says with urgency.

“By The Glades,” I whisper, “Really?”

She gives me a small smile, “The crows say so.”

“Finally! Can you man the wheel while I wake up Toris?”

She nods and heads off.

I sigh, dress, and ready my mace, staring at the metal door across from mine. I slam the mace against it. It echoes a loud clang throughout the lower cabin, ringing my ears. It’s the only real way to wake him up.

After the sound fades, nothing moves. So I ready my mace again and as I’m swinging, the door opens. Slamming straight into Toris’s chest.

“Gods Glades Cap’n.” He bends over in pain. But shoots right back up with a smirk on his face.

“Can’t you hit any harder?” He says.

I mutter angrily at him and shove him up the stairs.

My ship. Much better than the old half broken warship that I was rescued on.

The sunlight bounces off the screws that just barely hold this thing together. The waves crash into the hull, but it’ll take more than that to kill the Guardian.

“Lena! How’re we lookin’!” I call up to her.

She slaps Toris on the back and he gives her a dirty look as he takes the wheel.

“Well, to be honest, not to good. They refuse to meet with all of us. But they say they will meet with you. But with the chances of these waves and amount of whiskey Toris consumed last night, I’d say we can’t stay long.”

I nod, staring at the island we’re approaching. A crow divebombs us and lands on Lena’s arm.

“We need to decide soon.”

“Fine, tell them I require safe passage, I’m not immortal like Toris.” I reply begrudgingly.

She communicates with the crow for a while, but finally sends it off.

“You know I can never understand the pure idiocy that comes when your talking to a crow.” Toris says from behind me.

I nod absently, but a jolt runs through me.

“Toris who’s driving the ship!” I say to him calmly.

He just stares at me blankly. “Ship?”

I leap over the railing and pull on the steering wheel.

We heave to the left so much that Lena and Toris begin to fall. The ship groans under the pressure that we’re putting on it. I lean harder, and pull it with all my strength and then we slam. We slam into a barrier of some sort.

The ship rights itself and I rasp to Lena, “Dropship please.” She begins to pull on a rope and I climb into the little boat she’s pulling up. Toris cuts the rope and I fall onto the water.

Lena holds out my mace with a questioning look but I just shake my head.

“May the Glades watch over you.” She calls down.

“And you.”

Gripping the oars of the boat I ran again into the barrier, but I notice something I didn’t before, it’s a illusion dome. Its splints my boat in two, dropping me into the frigid water. The dome shudders and cracks fly up and down it. Light spills out, brighter than the sun, I fell prey to someone’s trap. As my eyes adjust, a legion of boats await me. And a large projectile is soaring towards me. As it gets closer I process what I just said.

“Ah, Scre-“, and everything explodes.

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“Haha! I did it, yes I can’t believe it worked!”

A new voice says, knocking me out of my groggy unconsciousness.

I open my eyes gingerly and a old man is standing there, his eyes reach mine as his grin fades to a frown,” Darn, there goes meat tonight.” Finally I feel the heat, and I realize I’m upside down. Fun.

“Who are you.” I growl at him.

“Oh, that’s right I forgot outsiders don’t know my kind. My name’s Nikolas, Nikolas Darkneed. You know I was hoping my bomb killed you, but alas…….”

I scrunch my eyes in confusion, “A….bomb?”

“Yes, yes, I built it myself, you see it relies on a-“

“Shut up Nik, leave him to me.” A gruff voice says, cutting Nik off.

My wrist begins to burn as the man gets closer, tears obscure my vision. Screaming out in pain a flash of steel comes and heavy hands set me upright. Then I get a real look at my captor. He has dark skin, deep piercing eyes, but the real thing that stands out, his robe, black with gold runes running down it. I know it, I can feel it, he’s the one causing my pain. His hard eyes run me up and down, all until he lands on my wrist, my sigil. The Leviathan.

“By the Glades.”

He picks me up again. But this time, he throws me outside, and I land on a heavy metal floor.

“No matter what your questions are, I can’t answer them. Bring him to me island, Have Nik meet him there.” He says with a grimace. Two women begin to circle me, a tingling sensation crawls up my arm. The man in the runic robes who I can still only assume is the Chief throws them a blue bag, I can see that the women are trailing a fine white powder and then of a sudden they throw the blue bag into the circle and everything disappears, a jolt to the stomach takes me, like a punch. I’m on the island, the women are gone.

“Ah young one, you are back! Now I can explain to you my amazing device!”

It’s Nik.

“Is this my form of torture?” I ask him while inspecting the island, it has green sand, odd.

“Torture, no. No, no no, no……” He continues on, but I tune him out. The sigil is still burning, it’s too much. My vision flashes and I can see a crack in a perfect landscape, my legs tense. I can feel me power stemming into my veins. Then everything explodes, for the second time today, sand is flying. And so am I. I soar through the air, spinning, watching the sand. I head back to me metal boat. Slamming on it, making it crunch and creak.

The Chief and his people on the boat, step back. All staring at me in fear.

“What are you?” He says in awe.

A deep growl escapes my lips as I advance.

But I stop myself, caging the beast inside.

Calming myself I respond spitefully, “I need information on the Spiral Voyage. And about The Leviathan.”

He licks his lips nervously, “The….uh…Spiral Voyage?”

A clang comes from the side of the boat. Then another. And one more, memories flash through my mind.

“Stay behind me.”

Theee gigantic claws dig into the boat.

A huge horrid beast rises from the water, its different than the one I know. But I would recognize it anywhere. I groan in frustration, angry at how fast it discovered me, at how fast he discovered me. It’s a Glader, Warren’s pawn.

“Words are wasted on those who don’t listen I guess”.

End of Chapter one.

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