Novel & Cerita Tale Of The Sea

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

They sat with their backs to the river, snuggled together and giggled like a couple of high school lovers. Thaddeus rushed as fast as his scrawny little legs could carry him, to stay in the waters was to incur the wrath of Tonya. He knew better. With her small frame, she has the power of a sumo wrestler within her. Today wasn't the day to piss her off, not when she's busy with Emily talking about things he'd never understand. He thought to himself as he ran his hand through his hair, shaking like his bones had become fragile and brittle.

“Here, it’s almost time for dinner.” “Thanks,” the boy replied before taking a huge bite. “Did your father ever tell you any stories concerning an old man and a foggy hill?” Rhina inquired. “Nope,” Ishida answered plainly. “How many stories about old men did he tell you?” the girl asked. “Quite a lot! Seven, if I remember correctly. ‘The Woodcutter and the Door of Fates’ was one... ‘The Old Man and the Desert of No Return’ was another. Oh yes, there were ‘The Legend of King Makarael the Great,’ ‘Hayami’s Grandfather,’ ‘Heroes of Aquarius,’ ‘Sir Kharkin of the Seven Seas,’ and ‘Aram the Master Sage.” Ishida recalled. “None of them were about a gravestone or a hill.”

A hand shot from the water, desperately scrabbling to try and gain purchase on stone slimy with seaweed and lichen. “The sea is a possessive lover,” Alison said in a voice that did not belong to her. “Once it holds you in its embrace, it will never let go. Succumb, child, be free of the woes of this world, enter the realm beyond, a sacrifice and a champion you shall be. Remembered for all time.” With these words, Erica disappeared from view, claimed by the sea as a smiling Alison looked on. ***

'How could this happen? Esper remained quiet on the side. 'The waves on Vajandi Sea were raging. It was calm at first when they started sailing until they reached its navel, and the whirling began, sinking them all in the bottom of the sea. The rumor about Bakunawa trying to escape is alive again and spreading.' Salamar shoved his head. 'Rumor influenced by the pagans' idiotic culture. I don't believe in rumors! Believe in facts, not in myths or legends.'

Raiden remarked, coming over and giving me a warm smile. "A story?" I asked, curious to hear it before I had to go. I watched him scan the area. "Yeah, I was trying to remember where I heard of the mountain pass. A long time ago, one of the most haunting tragedies of the sea took place right here. Apparently, a siren single-handedly took out all the passengers and crew on board, including an Alpha’s Luna and his children." "Single-handed?" Madelia asked sharply, glancing at Raiden. "Aiy, I know the story." Flynn scratched his jaw. "But it's hearsay, it isn’t confirmed it was here."

He wraps his arm around my waist and I put my head on his chest. “The sea looks so beautiful and calming”. I tell him as I continue to look towards the sea. “Have you ever seen a sea before?” The king asks me curiously. “No, never”. I reply to him and smile. “This means that you cannot swim as well”. He says to himself.

Chapter 5 The moment my fingers brushed against the stranger’s hand, a sudden rush of energy coursed through me. It was not magic—not like the power that pulsed through the Alphas or the gifted warriors of the Dauntless Pack—but something different. Something restrained yet potent, like a hidden storm waiting to be unleashed.

Sleep, my darling, safe and sound For in this river all is found ?In her waters, deep and true Lie the answers and a path for you ?Dive down deep into her sound But not too far or you'll be drowned ?Yes, she will sing to those who'll hear And in her song, all magic flows ?But can you brave what you most fear? Can you face what the river knows? ?Where the north wind meets the sea There's a mother full of memory Come, my darling, homeward bound

“The girl kissed him. And he remembered her name.” The fire crackles, then falls silent. The villagers murmur, some crossing their arms, some wiping at their eyes. Kara doesn't say anything. Neither do I. We just sit there, bones warm from the fire, everything else cold and burning at once. Then, after a pause, a younger girl speaks up from beyond the firelight. “Want to hear the tale of the sea spirits?” There are nods. Someone chuckles. “They live deep below the waves,” the girl begins, her voice clear. “They wear the faces of those the ocean has claimed. They whisper to sailors and take your voice if you answer.”