Opening Lines Of The Odyssey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Opened it. And the moment I read the first line… My eyes darkened. That was the final blow.

Forty-eight lines of Atlantean script, each one a living sentence made of pressure and salt and the memory of drowning. They slam into me one after another. I scream. The first line: “The sea was lonely before it learned to bleed.” I feel every creature that ever died in the ocean, every ship that sank, every tear that fell into salt water. The second line: “Blood is water that learned to love.” I taste Poseidon’s regret—the day he gave the script to a mortal girl who looked too much like the daughter he lost to his own pride. The third through the twentieth: Stories of queens who tried and failed, cities that rose and fell, loves that turned to coral and bone.

And then, with a sudden burst of strength, Ligon grabbed the oars and began rowing with renewed vigor. The boat surged forward, cutting through the water as Ligon steered them towards the shore. He could feel the Sirens’ gaze on him, their will pressing against his mind, willing for the vessel to obey. But their enchantment shattered against his resolve. As they approached the shore, Ligon scanned the area again. And then, in the distance, he saw it clearly. A small opening in the rocks, hidden amongst the overgrowth. Purple lightning flickered along the edges, casting an eerie glow.

Cassian came to stand at Raiken’s left. Kiyomi stood at mine. Hayate and Shigure moved behind us. Grandmother raised the fallen Tide Crown with both hands. Raiken’s grip tightened around mine. The first king opened the grey ocean above the city. Orochi opened the red sea below it. Two worlds rushed toward us. Raiken lifted his burning hand. “Break the crowns.”

Then she kissed him. Slow down. Really. Without fear of holding him. Rain ran outside over the window panes like small silver lines. And deep down, under dark water and forgotten stones, rested something old finally quiet. Almost quiet. Because somewhere, far outside in the open sea, opened up for a single Just a silver eye. And joined again.

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said-"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." P.B Shelley

The rock formation where the opening is, where Crimson came through was two hundred and forty clicks away, only a mile from where I remember Inanna and Conri faced Aodh before. I looked to the sky; the day was fading as the sun sat high above - its last effort before it began to sink. “We march come first light, get the word out.” This was it. This was the end whichever way the gods favored, come tomorrow or the next, one side or the other would win.

I breathed, amazement thickening my voice. Selene inclined her head, gesturing for me to join her. "Come, Olivia. We have much to discuss." With trepidation edged with curiosity, I interlaced my arm with hers. As we walked, the world around me unfurled like a tapestry, vibrant and alive. The sand beneath us was powdered starlight, the ocean a canvas where the sea met the sky, each wave reverently kissing the shore. Above, the sky stretched infinitely, adorned with a myriad of stars twinkling like secrets shared between the heavens.

he replied almost painedly. "Let's just hope the gods give us enough time to purify Mihdel," Doreon declared, kissing the necklace around his neck with the symbol of the goddess Lox. "You and your faith," Aislin said, shaking her head. As soon as the sails were unfurled the ship immediately began to move, with a jolt and driven by the wind, it projected itself onto the calm surface of the ocean, while the first stars began to shine high in the sky.

The first wave rose, impossibly high, gleaming red under the pale morning sun. And through the roar, I thought I heard laughter hers, sharp and broken, blending with the storm. I turned, shouting down the tower, “Sound the alarm! Wake the Luna!” The horns cried again, louder this time. The fortress stirred, wolves howling in unison. The sea had started breathing again. And every breath sounded like war. Clara POV The sea obeyed. It rose slow at first, as if waking from a long dream smooth and deliberate, a creature remembering its own body.