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A faint light creeps through the small openings in the cabin wall. My eyes flutter about as they strain to focus on a single object. It strafes to the door as the latch begins to move. "Morning Milady" greets Simone as he enters my cabin. "Finally managed to get some sleep?" My eyes adjust on Simone as I slowly sit up in bed. "Yes I did actually. Though what it lacked in quantiity it made up for in quality. The waves just put me into a deep sleep." I groggily replied as I begin to ready myself. "Well you better wake up soon, the landing party is almost ready. Mave and the others are already on shore." My eyes widen as I begin to hasten my

I would suggest we 'let a sleeping Maver lay' if you don't mind a bunk mate." I respond with a small muffled laugh. Rhyss looks up at me then back to Maver sleeping peacefully and laughs as well. "I suppose I don't mind, though I will go fetch some blankets"  Rhyss says as he makes his way to Maver's cabin. My eyes begin to feel heavy as my mind realizes how exhausted I am. "Sleeping sounds quite pleasant after this long night" I answer still grinning from Maver sprawled out on the floor. I follow Rhyss down the corridor towards Maver's and my room. As we reach the room, Rhyss approaches Maver's door and turns to face me. After a brief mome

The glow beads down, a gentle warmth. A tender embrace seemingly out of reach. Cast in the foreboding shadow of what once was, a burden so great it is seemingly impossible. Extend your hand to life and see where it leads. The sun swept path before you is only as bright as the eclipsing sorrows will allow. Take a moment, if only fleeting and bask in the glow. Allow yourself to truly see what has been truly out of reach for so long. Do not fret over lost chance and circumstantial mayhaps, nay, use the tenderness to grab to grab hold and lull you into the warmth. Alas for the past may hold weight the future holds possibilities. The burden only g

As I pass the central mast, I look up at the moon for one last moment of tranquility. As I focus more on the moon I notice a small shadow emerge from the crow's nest. As our apparent it quickly disappeared out of sight. A warm sensation sweeps over me amidst the cool breeze. "I wish you both the very best" I think to myself as a begin to walk back towards my quarters. As I make my way down the stairs and through the corridor towards my room. I notice Maver's door is opened. I approach the door cautiously as to not startle a drunken Maver. I slowly peer in, only to notice he is no longer there. "Oh no, where could he have gotten to" I say to m

After a few minutes of idle chatter the sails lower as the last few crewmen shuffle about making final preparations for the voyage ahead. I follow closely behind the group to the lower quarters as we pack away our belongings for a comfortable nights sleep on the open waters. A few hours pass and the bustle of the crew had finally died down to a dull murmur. The rest of the Bloodscorns can be head vaguely from the adjoining rooms. I lay in my bed and reminisce about the days events and slowly fall asleep. As the thoughts slowly start to unfold in my mind, an ominous feeling sweeps over me. I start to remember the vivid and disturbing dream fr

Stratah turns from Maver and stares out over the crimson lit channel and responds "I may have only been a war journalist the last we met, though a lot has changed since then. I am now the Royal Historian for Her Majesty Bhrynna. My duties include capturing the details of an major interest to the Capital and scripting them. So for me to be here now is like a dream come true. To be of the first to turn Myth to Truth" Stratah concludes with a noticeable youthful enthusiasm. After a brief moment of silent nostalgia sweeps the old colleagues, Stratah turns back to the group "Well now, please allow me to apologize and properly introduce myself. My

After a long hike through the midday sun, listening to Simone complain about how uneventful this journey is so far down the Caravan's Path. We finally approach the entrance to the small port town of Heinz. Dusk is beginning to settle upon us as we make our way to the port. Located at the town's eastern most point overlooking the Great Channel of Yggdrasil. "So what now Chief?" Simone asks amidst a stretch, after placing his rucksack against a closed fishmonger's stand. Maver leans his sword up against the same stand, then proceeds to place his rucksack on the ground and sit on it. "Seeing as how it's getting late, normally we would take a loa

The inn door opens wide, letting in a blinding flash of pure sunlight, exposing the busy city streets. Simone takes in a deep breath. "Ah yes! The streets of Frejandra are always a welcomed sight" Simone gestures cheerfully by reaching up into the air as if to literally embrace the day. As he lowers his arms he turns to Maver. "Hey Mave. Doesn't it seem much busier than usual?" Simone questions as he scouts the surroundings a little more thoroughly. Maver glances back over his shoulder to the now slightly lagging Simone. "Oh that's right, you haven't been in the Capitol near the Imperial Arms Tournament, have you?" Simone now focuses on Mave

Three days earlier... Silence... overwhelming silence. Almost deafening. Time passes, mind shuffling. A false reality? My mind struggles to understand.  A dim light appears before me. A shape, adorned in black draws near. Fear overcomes me as this ominous figure approached. I try to flee, but to no avail. I begin to panic as the realization of escape isn't plausible.  My eyes fleet about as my panic stricken gaze avoides direct contact with the blackened figure. Amidst my state of panic and confusion a small murmur could be vaguely made out. "Ann...you...mus...be....de...".  Though during my panic I scarcely made out that much of the broken

A stern face gazing over a snow covered battlefield.  Clad in sterling armour, this stand alone figure takes in the scene before her. As the sun begins to set, a silhouette of the carnage covered battle ground is all that remains. A tear rolls down her porcelain cheek. Slowly raising her right hand to sheath the long, slender sword clenched in it. She slowly turns her back to the snowy nightmare and begins to walk into the night...