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Saltwater burned into my eyes and mouth, soaking my clothes and the bitter air churned my blood into ice. I gripped the side of the ship in a useless effort to remain steady as I observed my fellow crewmates. Our captain was tied behind the wheel, every muscle in his body straining to keep us afloat as my crewmates struggled to maintain both the rigging and their footing. The crack of lightning was almost comforting when compared with the thrashing waves, but then it was replaced with the vile laugh of the monster who’d put us here.

My Father was the King of our world, and for decades he’d fought against the evil Sorcerer. It was as if good and evil, darkness and light, deception and truth, were waging an unending war for power. I left my life as a prince and became a seaman. I found a loyal crew and had sailed with them for years, but then The Sorcerer captured us and locked us in this brutal sea of tears that only my father could free us from.

A powerful voice suddenly overcame The Sorcerer’s laugh; A voice causing our nausea to cease and the swirling of the sea to dissipate. It was my father. We craned our necks to the sky, watching the scene unveil across the storm. My father approached the villain; steps slow and breaths steady and The Sorcerer began chanting ominously. Father swung first, a strong blow to his opponent’s face and then flew backward, his body jarring into a table.The Sorcerer had enchanted himself with a reverse spell; Whatever force my father exerted would be redoubled upon himself. They fought this dirty game for only minutes, but those minutes were hours. Both men were battered, but father was worse. For a horrifying second it seemed he’d given up, but determination flared in his bruised eyes and he surged onward. Throwing his full weight into a kick, he lurched forward and braced to be thrown backward. As he flew past, he knocked our jar off the table, breaking the glass and releasing us from our stormy prison. Captain was the first to break out of his stupor and he rushed to assist my father, but it was too late. Father had taken the glass shards and was plunging them deep into the Sorcerer’s neck. A horrendous shriek escaped the villain, shaking us to our bones, carrying a chill into our spines, and then it was over. The darkness had been overcome. But the time meant for celebration was turned into a moment of mourning as a line of blood, drawn by an invisible hand, made its way across Father’s neck. He did not weep; His eyes still radiated determination and he placed his hand into mine.

“Lead them,” he whispered, as his soul left his body. I looked at what he placed in my hand: Keys. My father had laid the foundation for a safe world, and I was to build it.

(Sorry I haven't posted in basically a month, I've been real busy doing too much of nothing and not enough of something to write. Here's this though. I've also been working more on my novels and not blog posts. Thanks for reading this! Oh and if you're still reading his lil note thingy and have cool title ideas please share em in the comments cuz I'm bad with titles.)