Mourning Waters

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Lucy Müller

There is a story for every place. If you listen you will hear the land whisper softly into your ears. It will tell you of the glamorous fleet of Prince Raoul. These bold ships that crossed the blue water like knifes, with puffed up sails and made with the wood of a forest grown for no other purpose then to make the strongest ships. The fleet carried a precious good, it was the newly-wed couple on their journey to visit their empire. They sailed days without any trouble, then, without warning, black clouds gathered in the sky. Rain fell, heavy. A thunderstorm tore the sky apart. Masts broke like reed, sails became nothing more than rags. The brave men of the fleet were washed over board and the hungry sea swallowed them merciless. Vessel crashed against vessel, wave after wave rolled over deck. Prince Raoul tried to get to his beloved wife. He could see her, clutching to the railing, her eyes wide with fear. He screamed her name, he ran and fell on the slippery deck. Then a wave crashed over the royal ship. Everything went black. When he finally regained his consciousness he has been washed ashore of a little, beautiful bay. He noticed all the wreckages and a terrible fear rose in his heart. He began to search the beach and then he noticed a delicate body floating in the water. Terrified he jumped into the water. He screamed her name but as he reached her, her body was cold and limp. Although there were search parties looking for Prince Raoul, they never found a trace of their beloved Prince. But there are whispers about a ship, made entirely of the wreckage of the royal fleet. It is controlled from one single man who has sworn to sail the whole sea in search of the residence of the sea-god. There, it is told, he will challenge the mighty god to revenge the death of his beloved wife.This is the story, which gave this place this name. Here you here it whispering: Mourning Waters 

Published More than a year ago

Category Fantasy

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