Set in a realm where anything can happen, a fifteen year old boy is lost half a world from home with an Elf, a Daemon and a racist sword.
The ocean waves thundered against the weathered hull of the ship as it slowly made its way through the storm. The yelling from above on the top decks showed that the monsters were having a hard time avoiding a shipwreck. It was a standard, if not slightly shoddily built, sea bandit ship, consisting of three levels: the top deck, the mid deck, where the crew had their cabins, and the lower decks were for the prisoners, where I was shackled.
I had been hunting for my village when I stumbled across an Orc Sea Bandit beach encampment. They were packing up when I wandered into their camp, just my luck, if I’d waited another hour the camp would’ve been abandoned and I could’ve done what I’d planned to do, hunt the Shore Crabbies for their sought after meat.
The towering beasts pounced on me and quickly had me tied up, I sent my Faerie So’mai back to my village of Windshill, but they were surprisingly intelligent enough to stop him, he was in a rather stereotypical jam jar next to me, fluttering about inside and hitting his fists against the glass.
“The cheek of it! How dare they even think that they can trap me in this-this-this infernal contaption, me, So’mai, one of the most intelligent and talented Faeries ever to graduate from Miswall Academae!” He yelled.
“If you are so intelligent and talented, why don’t you zap yourself out?” I teased, knowing full well that while Faeries could perform almost all of the most powerful spells and charms, they found it impossible to get out of jam jars.
“Don’t push it mister, on the day of your fifteenth birthday the Council finally lets you catch the village meal and what do you do, you get captured by a bunch of dirt skinned Orcs and put aboard a ship headed for somewhere I’d rather not think about!” He yelled, throwing a small beam of purple light against the jar, it shook slightly but settled and frustrated So’mai even more.
I couldn’t help laughing, even though the shackles constricting my wrists were painfully cutting off the blood to my hand. But I felt a stab of pain as I though about the Windshill council. When children got to fifteen, they were granted one chance at the Trials. If they passed they were allowed to travel to the world capital of Gaelwynd to enrol it the Miswall Acadamae, but if they failed they were made to work as farmhands, mill workers and such at the village. The first trial was to hunt a meal for the village, and I couldn’t even handle that.
A massive wave caught the starboard bow and for a moment I thought the poorly constructed ship was about to cap size.
But it caught it’s stride and after about an hour the waves settled and the Orc’s above stopped yelling in their dirt skin language-
“Don’t use language like that,” So’mai snapped, oh yeah, the Council entrusted a Faerie to every young’n attempting the Trials, they were to watch over them while they performed the tasks, and on completion they were bonded together forever, and it seemed that no matter how cold So’mai was to me on the outside, he had already entered my mind and was keeping a close track on my thoughts.
“You said it too,” I replied.
“Yes, but I’m over one hundred years older than you, so be quiet”
After another hour of calm waves, I heard footsteps descending the wooden stairs, massive feet wearing chain boots slowly getting closer.
The dirt skin- sorry, Orc, came into full view from the darkness, about eight foot tall, with intimidating muscles and a wide, evil looking face. His mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth and stinking breath.
“Human child, eat, you are no use to us dead,” He said, throwing a large block of cheese and a stale piece of bread at me.
“And me?” So’mai asked, trying to sound bigger than he was, literally.
The dirt skin- sorry, again, the Orc leant down and picked up the jar. So’mai began to yell, telling him to cease and desist and such.
“You are funny, small one,” He shook the jar and I could hear So’mai bouncing off the sides and yelling angrily.
The Orc dropped the jar and So’mai rolled towards me, looking rather dizzy.
“I also suggest you sleep, once we dock you will be put straight to work,” At that, the Orc left up the wooden stairs.
“Stupid dirt skin,” So’mai said.