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Amansinaya exclaimed. 'How did it went like this?' you might ask. Well, it started with an argument. (Author: Let us turn the hands of time and show how it all began.) "I said we should continue searching beneath the sea." Amansinaya suggested as I stood up. "It is possible that she's out there." She continued. I nodded, she's right about that. Asherah's a mermaid so there's a high possibility that she's in the cerulean and vast sea.

POV DARLENE The Great Divide was not just a sea; it was a liquid graveyard of lost memories. As the Grey Pack’s starlight-vessels cut through the churning, violet waves toward the Eastern Continent, the air grew thick with a scent I hadn't smelled since the day of my rejection: the cloying, funeral sweetness of winter lilies and fresh-pressed silver.

This made the resurrected skeletons fall back to the ground once again. Finally, they were at the end of the passage. Unexpectedly, when they walked through the passageway, a vast sea appeared in front of them. The waves splashed onto the shore, with a layer of thick fog right above the surface. Esmeralda gasped. “There’s sea here.” Dorothy spoke up too. “Looks like your swimming suit would fit this occasion then. Too bad it’s too dark and foggy, so you wouldn’t be able to use your sunglasses.”

Meanwhile, Theodore used his overwhelming aura so that the sea spirit beasts won't be able to get close to the ship. "I'll have to cultivate for now since I had been busy for three days because I thought it would be the last memories together with Sirene and the birds." Soheila said as she stretched her arm. "At least they are now with me. So, any moments now, we will arrive in the Sea Of Deadriven. And we'll sail for a couple of months or maybe a year." Soheila said as she sat down beside the huge bed.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

The harbor was still asleep when Amaro arrived. The sky was painted in shades of lavender and steel, and the fishing boats bobbed gently in the water like forgotten dreams. He wore a dark jacket over his linen shirt, his eyes scanning the mist for any sign of her. Lucia had said dawn. He checked his watch. 5:12 AM. The silence was unnerving. Sardinia was never truly quiet—there was always the hum of the sea, the whisper of wind through cypress trees. But this morning felt different. Like the island itself was holding its breath.

But me, I’m miserable. “She will return. You know that right,” he says and I nod even though I don’t believe it. I have kept to what she taught us about the fishing grounds and since the sirens left, we have kept doing what we are doing. The other fishing companies have also reduced their fishing. Since the world knows that sirens inhabit our oceans. No one wants a repeat of the attacks. “I know. Right, I’m going for a walk. You coming?” I say as I stand and move around the desk and grab my jacket before putting it on. Taking my sunglasses out as I put them on as I walk through the company and outside.

The waves crashed gently against the shore, their foam white against the inky sands, creating a mesmerizing contrast that made the scene feel almost unreal. The sound of the waves filled the air, a soothing rhythm that seemed to sync with the beating of her heart. It was as if the ocean itself was breathing, alive with energy and mystery. The sunlight, casting its golden rays upon the water, made it appear as though the sea was shimmering with liquid gold, a sight that left Aria breathless. She stood at the edge of the property, gazing out at the vast expanse of the sea, feeling as though she had stepped into a dream, a dream where anything was possible.

They'd been at sea for hours, a deliberate, silent passage out from it all—a distance from the city, the foundation, the book, the cheers. They had traveled until the horizon was a sharp, unbroken line, and they were utterly, blissfully alone. The sun was not dying. It was a blaze. The sun, a giant, bloated ball of orange, fell toward the water as if it was going to drown itself and pull the sky down with it. The clouds were not wisps, but vast, battered banners of violet and magenta, with streaks of blazing gold. The light did not illuminate; it burned, and the entire world glowed in its mad, beautiful colors. The sea was on fire, a sheet of flame running from the ends of the earth to the e