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Somewhere in the Etherian Sea
The sea was calm this particular night. It was practically empty too, save for a single fishing vessel. The two fishermen had hit the jackpot that night, hauling catch after catch. They were now emptying the last catch of the night.
"We sure picked a good night to fish, brother." Said the first one, a tall, fair-skinned girl with her brown hair hanging down one side of her face and wearing a turquoise wet suit, the typical outfit of some Bright Moon fishermen and divers.
"Yup, the people back home are gonna eat well for sure, sis." Replied the other, a muscular, olive-skinned young man with his brown hair in a wolf tail. They were just about to turn the ship and head for home when the girl spotted what looked like a column of smoke, easily visible in the moonlight.
"Hey, do you see that?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"I don't know. Let's go check it out."
The boy was hesitant: "You sure that's a good idea?"
"What if someone needs our help?"
"Eh. Fair enough…I guess."
It did not take long for the ship to reach the source of the smoke, and what the siblings found shocked them to the core. Two ships, or rather what was left of them, were seen. Dead bodies littered both the decks as well as the surrounding water, and one of the ships was in flames, hence the smoke. Obviously, a massive battle had happened here, and it didn't end well for either side. The siblings were at loss for words at first, the sight seemed just too bizarre to be real.
Just then, something caught the girl's eye: "Look there, I think he's still alive!" she said pointing to what seemed to be a man floating on a piece of broken wood. The two hauled him aboard and sure enough, although his eyes were closed, he was still breathing. His clothing revealed him to be a merchant from Bright Moon, but he was cut in multiple places and his clothing was torn.
"He's unconscious," said the boy, "Here, help me carry him to the cabin."
Suddenly, the man shot awake, screaming and clutching the boy's arms. It took several minutes for the two siblings to calm him down as well as calm themselves, but the merchant still had a terrified look in his eyes. When they asked him what had happened, all he could get out was: "Came under attack…crew of the dead…ship from the sea…destroyed us both…must warn them…he's back. HE'S BACK!"
"Warn who? Who's back?" asked the girl, still trying to make sense of what he said.
The man stared at her with a terrified look: "Talison… The Trident... He's returned…warn everyone!"
Just then, the boy caught a glimpse of a parchment attached to the merchant's sleeve by an unusual looking needle stabbed through the fabric, as if someone else had put it there. Upon removing it and unfolding it, the parchment read:
'They will never control the sea... I will.'
-Captain of the Trident's Fury