"YOU CAN FLY; OH YES, YOU CAN — BUT YOU CAN DIE IF YOU DO NOT CATCH YOUR BREATH."— Elijah Sara, from Between Thirty Directions
I've got everything I need. Only one thing is missing: my hand.
Yes, I've lost it. And today, the ocean is restless angry
How could I have been so reckless? Call it stupidity, call it bravery I call it deception.
That old man tricked me. Each time I recall how he spoke of that galley, it's like I was enchanted — intoxicated by his words, helpless in their tide. I can't lie… he was clever. Congrats to him for finding a hopeless idiot like me.
The storm hit like a curse. I rushed to drop the anchor to keep the ship from crashing into the rocks. Then I turned the bow into the wind and waves to keep from capsizing. I tore down the sails — all of that… with one freaking hand.
What an adventure! A severed hand.One man.A mad ocean. A storm is howling like it wants to swallow me whole. And yet, all my eyes see is that breathtaking land—standing proud and distant.
Yes.
It is the Pillars of Hercules.
Every time I was getting closer to the land, I felt a tightening in my chest. Well, it could refer to bad luck, or maybe I just have lung issues
step by step ...
silence, quietness .....
I don't need to make such a fuss out here after that storm
I can only hear the ocean-waves' screams, and I'm walking toward this giant cave.
Murk whispers are all over the place. I set my torch alight, walking inside a cave that is located at the base of the Rock of Gibraltar.
I tasted a salty liquid on my lips, oh yes, it's sweet, and then I felt a long, thick thing grab my leg and pull it to the water again. I turned around carefully,l looking at it and it was a tall seaweed..
" great it's like Medusa but with seaweed hair! "
I snuffed out the torch and stretched my hand toward the green hair… trying to free myself from her grip; it was a tough creature—unlike anything I'd seen before. But then again, what did I expect? This is the Atlantic Ocean !!
The more I use my strength to pull it out, the seaweed strengthened her fist, and I feel my legs give up for her
I can't lie, but I wanted to scream as hard as I could, and then a maniacal thought crossed my mind. I bowed on my knees, and I put my injured hand on the sea plant then I started stroking it slowly singing like a fool a song from the legend of the sea maiden, as Maria the witch sagely told,y aIII started :
The heart of the sea is between her hair
The maiden sings pleasantly and the water start flare
her beauty was the glare, but the music was the lair
sharp eyes chasing her calling her one of a kind, rare
magical whispers warning her, and her hair seaweeds blare
run run, little naive bair f,ind peace elsewhere
Cut your hair and let bury this nightmare
her tears were gold, and the eyes wanted her to fall into the snare
She refused to, and all the teeth started to eat her like a hare
The sacrifice left the green cry threaten the eyes with a Curse laid bare
her soul was peacefully over there between the coral care
I closed my eyes, and I felt the sea plants leaving. I was dumbfounded but nothing can be better!
'The seaweed of the sea maiden is an old legend that has been obsolete for a long time; it was mentioned in myths, songs, and poems ' — Malachi Brown, Publisher.
I flame my torch again and start walking towards this cold, dark, swarthy cave...
Each grip was a struggle. I climbed, spitting curses at the ghost of my lost hand, while the cobweb was all in my face. I spat and began to lose my composure until I reached the top and looked down at the wide blue lake below.
Then I heard a sound tick tick, little tiny legs skittering toward me, and it was a small spider. I brushed it off my hand, paying no attention to it, searching for a door or perhaps the creepy zzeclars'dungeons
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,...,1,000,000,000 spider !!!
They are all together, shaping a magnificent monster and saying with a choppy voice and a deadly smile filled with sharp teeth," Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
I shouted at my legs to run, but they were too scared to obey me. I cleared my throat and tried to remain calm, saying, Who...are you? "
The Spidey-ogre took a step forward and then said slyly, "Emmm...what I see, handsome tall man, searching for the evergarden, I love the guts! and the foolishness you carry, but as they say, ' most die, few survive,' and we're about to find out."
Suddenly, ly a flash win on my eyes, and I felt a quick pulse in my heart. Well, sure,e they are reading my intention
. Think about what you want! Why I wanna enter EVER-GARDEN: cause I want to find myself, I'm sick of carving fetish for people I don't even know!
" Not interesting, the zeclars' dungeons said that with a strastraightlear voice.
Oh O!
What should I do?
They're gonna eat me and drink my blood, then spit my bones in an old cell to rot forever!
I felt the orb-web surrounding me, and I started screaming like a truly madma...n It can't end here
A voice, a pretty one, I heard it like a melody, my soul was all rewashed by the splendid phoneme,
the spirits screamed from pain, and they are all removed by the sticky green thick seaweed while the soul of the maiden is floating in the air. It's hard to describe the scene with mere words on paper; it's magical. Then the sea-plant pushed me gently through the lake
I fell harder into the water, and it did seem endless, but then the morI felll, the more I felt wood scraping my body, and mud filling my mouth.
I opened my eyes
I was on a wooden ground, covered in mud. I looked around me: different people, different land, different sun!
The first thought that came to my mind is " I'm in EVER-GARDEN !! "
I stand, while all eyes are on me, I start walking, trying to ignore the lenses that pierced me.
I saw a man and he looked like a human. I smiled at him, asking, "Well, hello sir, would you mind if I ask you where I am? "
he respond with a smile, saying " Nice joke you are in South-Melania HUMAN."
.....south-melania ?? ........