Post by serynsatina on Jun 15, 2006 21:08:11 GMT -5
The waters of the Amansk Sea were calm; pristinely so. The weak sunlight trickling through the clouds cast upon the the surface of the dark blue depths, as dazzling as any phenomenon.
Had any seasoned Amansk sailor seen the Sea in this state, he would have dropped everything and stared in disbelief. Never had the Amansk Sea been known for being so still. Roiling, tossing with storms, opening up to reveal sinister deep-sea creatures, the Amansk Sea was guilty of all of those, and still more. But never before had it been so quiet, so innocent-looking.
It was impossible to guess, from looking at the glittering, soft currents now, that it was these waters that hosted monsters of the deep. That it was these waters that had lured sailors to their deaths, or ships to their destruction.
Since the beginning of this Age, called the Third Age by many, no less than ninety ships had slipped from existance, sailing the Amansk Sea.
Some say the men aboard perished first, mooning after the fatally beautiful Sea Maidens. Others believe that the ships became marooned, trapped helplessly on uncharted islands. Still more folk stubbornly follow that sea monsters, such as the Kraken, rose from its lair in the deep and swallowed the ships whole, men and all.
Whatever the belief, whatever the opinion, one fact was clear. The Amansk Sea was no place to expect meekness.
And yet, it was precisely upon the waters of this Sea that appeared the small island. It was no more than a few leagues long and wide. Lush, green grass grew upon gently rolling slopes. Beautiful flowers of every color and kind bloomed as if they were oblivious that it was winter. The atmosphere surrounding the island was warm, and welcoming. Nothing indicated of the chilly winds and disastrous storms usually ravaging this sea.
In the center of the island, or perhaps near the center, for nothing is ever as precise as it seems, a small ring of long boulders stood. Five large, graystone boulders, each one pointed longways so that their short ends pressed upon each other, formed. From above, they would have appeared to resemble a star, or flower. In the bud of this flower, this flower made of stone, in the midst of the boulders, existed a small spring of pooling water.
The water was clearly not the same water one would expect to see from a well, or from a lake. It was misty; mysterious. A small, white lilypad bobbed innocently in the water, and on top of the lilypad rested a most curious little orb.
It was an egg.
(insert egg description here...of course, it would help if I knew what the egg would look like. xD)
Had any seasoned Amansk sailor seen the Sea in this state, he would have dropped everything and stared in disbelief. Never had the Amansk Sea been known for being so still. Roiling, tossing with storms, opening up to reveal sinister deep-sea creatures, the Amansk Sea was guilty of all of those, and still more. But never before had it been so quiet, so innocent-looking.
It was impossible to guess, from looking at the glittering, soft currents now, that it was these waters that hosted monsters of the deep. That it was these waters that had lured sailors to their deaths, or ships to their destruction.
Since the beginning of this Age, called the Third Age by many, no less than ninety ships had slipped from existance, sailing the Amansk Sea.
Some say the men aboard perished first, mooning after the fatally beautiful Sea Maidens. Others believe that the ships became marooned, trapped helplessly on uncharted islands. Still more folk stubbornly follow that sea monsters, such as the Kraken, rose from its lair in the deep and swallowed the ships whole, men and all.
Whatever the belief, whatever the opinion, one fact was clear. The Amansk Sea was no place to expect meekness.
And yet, it was precisely upon the waters of this Sea that appeared the small island. It was no more than a few leagues long and wide. Lush, green grass grew upon gently rolling slopes. Beautiful flowers of every color and kind bloomed as if they were oblivious that it was winter. The atmosphere surrounding the island was warm, and welcoming. Nothing indicated of the chilly winds and disastrous storms usually ravaging this sea.
In the center of the island, or perhaps near the center, for nothing is ever as precise as it seems, a small ring of long boulders stood. Five large, graystone boulders, each one pointed longways so that their short ends pressed upon each other, formed. From above, they would have appeared to resemble a star, or flower. In the bud of this flower, this flower made of stone, in the midst of the boulders, existed a small spring of pooling water.
The water was clearly not the same water one would expect to see from a well, or from a lake. It was misty; mysterious. A small, white lilypad bobbed innocently in the water, and on top of the lilypad rested a most curious little orb.
It was an egg.
(insert egg description here...of course, it would help if I knew what the egg would look like. xD)