Even though the air was warm the warrior was used to much hotter at this time of day. He could never quiet adapt to the feel of it being so mild. The sailing ship rode the waves in peace as the rising sun cast a shadow from the mast. He was at the helm of the ship; his dark eyes were fixated on the destination of his vessel, a small island covered with dense woodland; the island of Dreysea. Grey clouds were coming in from the opposite side. “Isla javisticna fa temoi lengeta. Clos, clos, so sibilon,” he said with jubilation, glancing over his shoulder to his approaching companion. She was much less imposing in body, though her long red hair made her distinctive. She wore the same bronze armour to him with a black cape. “Kepaperai. Javisticna fa temoi lengeta, de Mesalkir lina clenarna.”
“Colfaidna sui? Leyameaous sages linbar isla,” she said, with a scowl on her lips.
“Heritir emir. Leyameaous deltain Ilumi, eh kenostus. So kebarangna leckes, reminisci.”His eyes darted to the curved scabbard his partner was carrying on her belt while he carried no such weapon. “Leymeaous et tanzi so nairiza, sages et isla so kevisticriza vel orichina,” he said, smirking. The woman only nodded before leaving to make the final preparations for landing. Despite his words, the man was itching to encounter whoever was fanatical enough to lock themselves away on such an island.
Emillius leaned against the wall of his tiny shack, attuned the tense feel of the air around him. He watched in silence as nearby a young woman was deep in concentration. While at his age his eyes would sometimes fail him he could clearly make out the silver flames that gathered around her. “Very good, I believe that should be enough,” he said. The woman did not respond, but he assumed she was listening. Her white tunic and indigo sash were fluttering in the spiralling winds around her. “Now I want you to focus on your arms. Tighten those muscles but keep the rest of your body calm, then repeat what I showed you.” The woman pulled back her right arm as though to line up a punch. The flames wrapped around her arm and shone brighter. When she thrust forwards the powerful moved with her body. It leapt of her hand but it refused to journey far once it separated from her. It did not even travel a metre from her face. She stood motionless and took a deep breath.
Emillius sighed as he approached. “Let’s not get upset about it, Rin. The time between communicating and controlling can be years. Perhaps you’d like to return to a meditative method.” Rin shook her head, giving the punching technique a second try. In truth, the techniques had little to do with actually harnessing mysticism, it was just to discipline her and encourage determination.
“I’ve been practicing those moves for days,” she said, shaking her head. “It won’t cooperate.” Emillius chuckled as he stroked his grey haired chin.
“Indeed it won’t, but then again you can be a little forceful with it. You’ve made fine progress on learning mastering harmony, now comes the period of learning what sort of shape your mysticism emerges as. It’s important that you don’t fall prey to impatience. Why don’t you come inside with me, I think it would be best to take your mind off things that are frustrating for now.” He headed inside, tugging the old wooden door open. He decided it would be good to give her a break by continuing their survey of the island’s sanctuary.
Inside the shack was a table surrounded by book shelves. He hovered over the table, expecting to find his latest tome. He checked underneath and across the floor but still no sign of it.
“Blimey, where could it have gotten to?” pondered Emillius, as he leaned over to the check the lowest level on the shelves. He was treated to the sound of his bone clicking into place.
“Well where did you see it last?” asked Rin, with a dull tone. Emillius knew where the conversation was going as it was a worryingly regular occurrence recently.
“Oh, I had it with me all morning; I was reading it at breakfast and when I was taking a walk to the sanctuary. I must have put it down and forgotten all about it.” He laughed and scratched his head, though he doubted Rin saw anything funny about it. It could be anywhere in the forest. “I’ve been working on it for months and the elder was expecting it in a few weeks. How could I be so foolish?”
“And which one was it? It better not have been important.” She crossed her arms, giving an aura of calmness and disappoint. Combined with her blonde dome hair and sharp blue eyes Rin often looked too serious for Emillius’s liking.
“Let me think for a moment.” He stroked his chin again. “It was the one with the red cover; I was recording the patterns from the sanctuary with it. You remember, don’t you? You were quite fascinated by the symbols as I recall. I’m sure it couldn’t have gone far.”
“I shall look for it, master.” Rin bowed her head.
“It’s not at all necessary; I have plenty of time at my leisure to find it myself.”
“Well the clouds are getting dark. It might rain, so you should stay here and keep warm. I wouldn’t want the teacher to fall ill.” Emillius suddenly turned grim for a moment, but Rin did not bother to wait for a reply before leaving on her quest. The old sage sat on the nearest stool. Having an apprentice like Rin was a joy in his life, but she was also very good at making him feel old. In truth she was right though, if he got caught in a rain storm his health would be in danger. But on the other hand, obeying her was hardly conductive to being her teacher and he figured he would have better luck finding his lost book than her. Before getting comfortable he sprang back up and staggered outside.
Away from his humble home the forest was so dense that only a few shafts of light could penetrate the branches. Emillius had learnt to find his way by recognising the shapes of the rocks that dotted the island; they were always smoother as he approached the lower slopes and the bay. His depression was soon shaken by the pleasure of wandering around his home. His love of roaming was why losing something never failed to irritate his apprentice, but each day the island enticed him into admiration.
His goal to find the missing tome was soon out of mind, as he was not even sure he had come to these parts with it. As he came to the edge of the forest his eyes were overcome by the shining light bursting through the trunks and the scent of salt water. He did not think he could be called lazy to answer the lure. However, when he eventually burst through the shade of the forest onto the beach he saw something even more curious than he could have hoped for. A ship lay on the sands of his island, though there was no one to be seen on board or in the vicinity. Visits from the Leyameaous were not rare but they travelled in smaller ships, and the mast did not bare any emblem he recognised from the mainland so he could only think of his visitors as uninvited guests.
“Erm… hello? Who’s there?” he asked, shifting his eyes left and right. He spotted the remnants of tracks being washed away by the ebb of the tide. His suspicions grew as his guests were clearly trying to hide what direction they had gone to. “A bunch of thieves,” he said, sighing before turning around and heading back towards the forest. It was hardly after passing the first trees that a powerful rustling caught his attention followed by the flicker of a shadow in the corner of his eye. “Show yourselves!” The weight of his voice carried little threat.
When the interlopers finally decided to emerged Emillius stepped back and broke into a sweat when he was overshadowed by the giant stature of the man. He wished he not called them out now. “I should tell you that only those affiliated with the Order of Leyameaous are allowed by law to step foot on this land.” Once the initial fear had settled he inspected them. Their bronze armour and tanned skin gave away their heritage. “If I’m not mistaken you two hail from Artstem. I guess that means we’re-”
“That’s right,” said the man, brushing his black tail of hair over his shoulder. “But you’ve clearly been living here for too long. Our lands have been at peace for many years now.”
“That’s wonderful to hear.” Emillius grinned, relaxing more. “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He was not interested in using force, but he had a duty to uphold regardless.
“Sorry, but we are not leaving with nothing,” said the woman, keeping her hand on the hilt of her sword. “This is not war, but you are still the enemy!” She tried to step up, only to be blocked by the arm of her partner. “Pyrrgus, so kepajeca! Nai!”
“Mesalkir so vibilona. kebarangna lenostus.” Pyrrgus never let his eyes off the hermit. Emillius was amused how they were just as wary of him, he even managed a chuckle. “Don’t be so sure of yourself, idoem. Show us the temple and we’ll be grateful, or perhaps you’d like to tell us how many more of you there are here.” Emillius would not consider himself a competent guardian if he went along with that command. It was futile to ask them again, so he chose to resort to mysticism to chase them off.
He spread out his palms and took a deep breath as he harnessed the surrounding flames. Inky black limbs, like seaweed, sprouted out in two flocks that swayed in the breeze. At the tip of every stem was ever a wandering blue eye or a clutching hand, moving as though stricken with wanderlust. For a brief second he relished the look of repulsion on the woman’s face, though it did not deter her from bravely drawing her blade. Emillius moved the limbs from his left arm between him and his foe, leaving her sword to smack against the soft wall. The hermit staggered back, feeling a numb sting down his spine. He focused on stretching the arms in his right hand around to tangle with the intruders.
“Ana!? Mesalkir ana!?” cried the woman. Through the eye stems Emillius had a clear view around his oozing wall. The woman was hacking at grasping claws, keeping them at bay. They attacked like snakes, springing at her and trying to scratch her face. Pyrrgus however, remained stoic, leading Emillius into deeper curiosity. Three eye stems wafted towards him, closing in on his still face. Suddenly, the warrior grabbed the stems and yanked them, sending Emillius and all of his appendages crashing to the ground.
“Very predictable, idoem.” Pyrrgus planted his foot on Emillius’s chest as his mystic arms melted away. “Bind him,” he said, turning to his partner who pulled out a short rope. “You’re going to help us inside the sanctuary. You’ve got something we’re looking for. Keep quiet if you value your life.” The woman bound his hands behind his back and hauled him to his feet, and soon he was being pushed through the forest with a blade pricking his neck. Despite his predicament Emillius still found cause to smile at how the woman was handling him. She had a very tight grasp on his wrist.
“Your big friend didn’t seem so intimidated. I’m quite surprised if I do say so myself… and he’s also more fluent than you; so if I had make the deduction I’d think he was a war veteran, experienced in dealing with mysticism and weary of petty grudges, and you’re his lackey. That is to say, a low ranking soldier… Eliosa?” Which was Artstem for little girl.
“Nai!” She kicked him in her rear. “Moha emir. Lucky you’re useful.” Emillius sniggered, giving his sore buttocks a wiggle. The woman flung her head round pressed a little harder with the tip of her sword.
“You should turn left in a few minutes,” said Emillius, recognising a large pointed boulder he passed on his way to the sanctuary. No matter how sinister his mysticism’s form was he had never been skilled in using it for fighting, and he rationed that it was wrong to leave Rin without a teacher so he complied with their demands to continue living.
Deeper in the forests they trio began to pass several stone pillars, each covered with undergrowth. Though the sky was difficult to see through the canopy the lack of light shaft told him that the clouds were above them now along with a cooler air. Eventually they came to the sanctuary of Dreysea which on the surface appeared as a rectangular stone entrance with a small courtyard cover with moss and branches. “Essethal,” said Pyrrgus, put a hand against a pillar.
“I guess so. You’d think a man with my years of loyal service would’ve been given a more rewarding station, but I’m rather quite glad to be given watch over this place. Since you’re insisting I be your guide, can you tell me what you want me to guide you to?”
“Do you know what’s kept here?”
“I can’t say I do. And if you know I’d rather you didn’t speak of it.” Emillius had longed to know what sacred treasure was hidden on the island and being told before the discovery would ruin the thrill; like spoiling the end of an epic tale. He realised there was a tiny common ground they shared, and so it was good that none of his superiors were around. “I suppose whatever you’re looking for might be in the lower shrine.” He suggested that because his studies led him to believe it room was hiding something.
Pyrrgus lit a torch and led the way down the uneven steps of the ruins. The narrow corridor gave way the first of several square chambers. The walls on both their sides were decorated with reliefs. The left depicted a human of unknown gender, dressed in rags, beckoning to the sky from which a glaring eye descended. They were Emillius’s and Rin’s patrons; Mycticism Mesalkir and a Leyamea. The second relief was less clear, showing the same figure, Mesalkir, standing in a crucible of flames. Around the edges were the patterns he had taken a recent fascination to. “Are these familiar to you?” he asked. Pyrrgus did not speak but he looked over his shoulder with a raised brow.
Down another flight of steps the three found themselves in a small room. It contained a single stone altar and another relief on the wall behind. Mesalkir was sitting inside a tight circle from which flames were emitting radiantly from. From his studies Emillius was convinced there was a way to open up that wall, though the method eluded him and he certainly did not have the force or desire to break it. “Unless you’ve been doing your own research I’m afraid this is far as I can take you. Sorry to be such a useless old man,” he said, chuckling.
“Worry not. Sarenli, dathi en ganit.” The woman, Sarenli, reached into her satchel and handed her partner a stone block. “Sarenli fanan.” Emillius inspected the block, noting its material to be same as the chamber walls, but he had never seen anywhere such a shape would fit. The Artstem pair began scour the shrine. It took five minutes for them check every inch of wall. “Idoem, unless you’re a clot you must have noticed something strange over the time you’ve spent here.”
“Of course I have! Just nowhere you could fit that brick. I’m sure I’d be more help if you untied me.” Sarenli tapped her partner on the back and pointed at the altar. After setting the torch down they each took a side of it and attempted to shift it. Despite its great weight they succeeded in budging it. Emillius frowned, having never possessing the strength needed to check under it. “Of course the answer is in the one place I couldn’t reach.”
In the corner of his eye he spotted Rin making the descent. The intruders where too absorbed in heaving the altar that they did not see her. When she saw them she recoiled back up the steps quietly, breaking into a sweat. Emillius saw a chance to untie his binds. He began to shuffle towards the stairs. “I’ll just give you two more room if you don’t mind,” he said.
“Don’t even think of trying to run, idoem.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He gave his hands a shake, drawing Rin’s attention. He felt as she fiddled with the knot. “My book?” he whispered.
“I got it.” Rin confusion was evident in her tone. Emillius winched as his apprentice accidently scratched him as she struggled with the tight knot. “Keep still.”
“Stop!” shouted Pyrrgus, blasting the two hermits back with his bellow. The intruders were breathing heavily and sluggish. As soon as he felt the burst of the robes unravelling Emillius summoned a single black arm to stretch across the room and wrap around Sarenli’s neck while she was still worn down. Pyrrgus grabbed the arm with both hands and ripped it in two. Emillius yelped and threw himself against the wall for support. The remains of his mysticism around Sarenli melted away, leaving her coughing. Pyrrgus clenched his fists as he looked down on the old hermit.
“Stop!” yelled Rin, who placed herself between them. “Just take what you want and leave!”
“Sorry, Eliosa, it’s not personal.” Pyrrgus took her by the arms and drew her close. He gripped her head with his other hand, as though he was planning to crush her skull. “Idoem, oppose us again and she dies.”
“She can’t control any mysticism yet, she can’t do anything to stop you.” Emillius panted as he stared into the warrior’s eye. “And it’s just her and me on his whole island if you really want to know. There’s no point in being so brutish with her.”
“If she didn’t want to get involved she wouldn’t have helped you. Sarenli, inseti ganit!” Sarenli took the brick and knelt down where the altar once stood. She pressed into a revealed gap in the floor and waited. The relief wall shuddered as a mechanism clattered. The central circle began to turn clockwise and screw inwards. It then slid to the side, revealing a dark tunnel behind the wall.
“Idoem, if you’ve been longing to see what’s in there why don’t you have the honour.” It did not sound like a suggestion. He gripped Rin’s shoulder tighter and nodded. Emillius wondered if the reason he was being told to go in was because Pyrrgus suspected a trap. That would mean that whatever was inside was not intended to be removed.
“Could I have permission to make use of my mysticism please?”
“Yes, but one suspicious move and she will suffer.” Emillius approached the opened and extended his arms forwards. A flock of arms grew from his sleeves and slivered across the floor and walls of the dark tunnel, feeling for anything loose. The ends felt something smooth. Upon further inspection Emillius suspected it to be a statue of a sitting man. Its arms were position as if it were holding something. When he tried to grasp that object with several arms they snapped trigger and a heavy blade felling from the ceiling, slicing each arm. Emillius collapsed with a gasp as his wounded arms recoiled back into his body.
“Master!” screamed Rin, who tried to race to his side only to be firmly held back.
“Idoem, what did you find?”
“I couldn’t see it, but there’s a statue. Take a look for yourself,” said Emillius, panting. Pyrrgus glanced at his partner who then took the torch and made her way into the passage, checking the floor before each step. Pyrrgus followed, forcing Rin to join him, while Emillius assumed he was invited just in case they needed more trap bait.
They approached the sitting statue, shining a light on it. It was Mesalkir, crossing his legs and holding a small totem pole in his hands. However, there was a second part to the statue Emillius had not noticed at first. Right up to the ceiling was a large bird that was looming over Mesalkir. The wings came down and encompassed the lower statue. The bird was symbolic of Leyamea Sithone, which was obvious to him. But he had never seen these two depicted together in such a manner. Emillius wished he could have been witness to this discovery in different circumstances, but he still took the chance to be in awe for just a moment. If not for the coercion involved this would have been one of the great turning points of his life.
“Remove it,” said Pyrrgus, glaring at Emillius. The hermit sighed as he stepped over the large blade that had shocked him before and reached for the totem. No trap was activated but the hermit struggled with sliding the totem up out of the statue’s grasp. Sarenli stepped in at the last moment to relieve Emillius of the artefact. “Gathe! Sarenli, fliana. Now we’ll leave you in peace, idoem.”
“Vocariza Leyameaous.” Sarenli pointed her torch at Emillius while resting the totem against her left shoulder. From what Emillius could tell she was worried that he would tell the rest of his order and probably wanted to kill him to keep him silent.
“Idoem, I’m sorry, but she makes a fair point.”
“What!? Fair!?” Rin looked up at Pyrrgus’s face, seething. Emillius however had reasoned through the scene and found that one of the intruders had left an opening for him. He swiftly wrapped Sarenli’s arm with his mysticism and flung her into her partner. The torch burnt Pyrrgus’s arm, causing him to recoil while Emillius shot out arms from his left sleeve to tangle his legs. With a desperate heave he downed Pyrrgus. Rin tumbled alongside him, but was quick to scurry from his arms. The two hermits fled the sanctuary. Outside the rainclouds had finally burst, bringing a chorus as the drops battered the leaves and the darkness made the woods perfect for hiding. They dashed through the trees without once looking back. It was not until Emillius’s frail body gave way that they rested. They sat under the protection of a thick tree, catching their breaths and trying to shelter themselves from the rain. “Master, who were those people? Those two didn’t even use mysticism... how dare they come here and push us around.”
“More importantly; what have they just acquired?” Emillius poked his head around to see a flicker of a torch passing through the trees. The intruders were heading away in the direction of the beach they had landed at. He gave a breath of relief.
It was supper as usual that night, a stew mixed from herbs and a few tiny rodents. Emillius kneeled down at the table with a spoon in one hand and the red covered book in the other. For him this was pure bliss. If it were not for the strange artefact they stole, the day’s robbery would be off his mind entirely.
“Master,” said Rin, tapping her spoon against the wooden bowl.
“Yes, child?” asked Emillius, realising that Rin had been usually silent that evening.
“I’ve never seen that thing before; what was it?” Emillius was silent for a moment, unsurprised that Rin would wait until he was relaxed to start asking questions.
“I got a close look at the markings on it. They’re the same style as those in the rest of the sanctuary.” He nodded to the open book which displayed several reconstructions of the patterns in charcoal. “So I’d imagine it’s of the same period. The sanctuary was built in celebration of Mesalkir’s transformation, and I’d think that totem would be related; like a possession he left behind.”
“Are you sure we’re wise to just sit here? Shouldn’t we be going after them?” Emillius furrowed his brow, wondering if Rin was being serious after what almost happened to her.
“Well I hope someone does; hopefully someone with a healthy spine and no girl to keep out of trouble.” He saw that Rin was narrowing her eyes at him. “Listen, I’ve meditated before Sithone.” Emillius pointed to the bird ornament above the fireplace. “And there’s been no sign from him. Besides, do you know what’ll happen to me if the order knew this site was defiled on our watch? Linde would have my head rolling; something we were so desperate to avoid today. Also, getting the boat out would be too much of a hassle, and of course we’d have to wait for the winds to be on our side… We’ll hear no more of your wild imaginings.” Rin swallowed a spoonful as she grumbled over his excuses.
“Shouldn’t we at least go and warn them about it? What if those thieves took something important? If you’re shaken then I’d be happy to go alone.”
“Shaken? Child, I’m a bastion of mental fortitude.” Emillius held his chin up and smirked. “But given your performance back there you’ve clearly got a lot to work on. I think you need to put more time into-” Suddenly the shack was rocked by a pounding on the wall. Emillius tumbled back, spilling his stew over his tunic. “Yalvia be damned! Are they back!?”
“It’s just a bird, master.” Rin laughed, leaning over to spy the gasp of shock on her master’s face. Emillius hated that smile, the one she pulled every time made a fool of himself. “I understand. You must be tired. Curiosity is great, but if it means working well then you’d rather just take a nap.”
“That’s not me at all,” said Emillius, frowning as he wiped off the chunks of meat off his clothes. He was torn on the matter; as much as he wanted to know what the totem was for he knew there was little chance of catching up to Pyrrgus. “It’s long gone now. Sithone and Carthex have mandated me to serve on this island and I cannot deny the will of Leyamea without good cause.” He retreated to a bed on the far side of the shack, determined to resist further pressure. He heard Rin opening the door.
“Master, it’s a messenger bird.”
“You read it,” said Emillius, turning under his blanket.
“It’s addressed to hermit Milo and says; Thieves heading for Dreysea-” Emillius interrupted with a snort. “Stop them. Failing that; report to Revila port. The sender’s name isn’t given. They ran out of space. It looks like I’m not the only one who wants you to get a move on.”
“I don’t see why you’re so concerned about it.”
“If you got into trouble my training would come to a dead stop,” said Rin. Emillius snorted again. He suspected that another reason she was so insistent was because she had never taken to eremitism like he had. Whenever a Leyameaous visited she became talkative and desperate for news of the mainland.
“Well, if the elder thinks important then I suppose I should answer them. Go pack my stuff.” As it turned out, the orders of the highest ranks were above the Leyamea.
He opened his eyes after a long rest. The lack of light made it hard to tell whether it was morning, but across the room be noticed Rin’s bed had been slept in and she was not inside anymore. He sat up and stretched his arms. “Rin!” he yelled. There was no answer from outside. He assumed that she was preparing the boat, so he had some peacetime. Once up he opened his small wardrobe which kept his spare tunics and trousers, all in the Leyameaous approved white. There was also a spare indigo sash and scarf. The only clothes he could remember wearing. He took one set and began changing from the ones he was already wearing.
He took the dirty set and another clean one for his travels, wrapping them up in a cloth sack. Now was the difficult decision of what books to pack. The Leyameaous Law was a given, just in case he needed to look extra pious before his superiors. The Sacred East was an old favourite, but taking all five volumes would take up the rest of the space. Then there were his notes and studies of the island.
“It’s good to see you awake, master,” said Rin, walking into the shack, though Emillius was too engrossed by the bookshelves. “Everything’s set on the bay. I’ve still got some room left if you want me to carry any of those for you.” Emillius horded an entire row and handed them to Rin without a moment’s pause. “Do we really need to take all of these?”
“I doubt we’ll be able to come back for them,” said Emillius, pulling a weary smile. Rin stared back blankly. “When we report our failure we’ll likely be reassigned. There’s nothing to fear, they won’t separate us. Perhaps it’s time for a change of scenery anyway.” He turned back to the bookshelf and gathered as many as he could carry and dumped them with his clothes before wrapping everything together.
“I’m sorry, master. I’m not as attached to this place as you must be. It’s only been a few years for me.”
“There’s not cause to worry. I’ve thought about it overnight and you’re right; there’s no use in trying to hide what occurred. I guess if those two can be stopped in time we might get another chance to see what they stole.” He gave her a more genuine smile this time. The pair stepped outside in silence. Emillius closed the door behind them slowly. He took a long, hard look at his cosy island home, whose rotting wood was probably older than he was.
Eventually they departed in the direction of the bay. Both them were quiet but content. “I hope you’ve got your arms warmed up navigating,” said Emillius, with a delighted smirk.
“Pardon, master? I thought you’d know the seas better.”
“Now whatever happen to me being old, hmm?” he asked, putting on a croaky voice and hunching over. Rin chuckled and was joined by Emillius. He hobbled ahead and shook his fist at her like a furious crank. “Besides, child, you’ll have to speak up so I can hear you.”
“Master, stop it!” Her face went red as she laughed harder. She pushed him away, desperate to catch her breath. “Please, don’t be so embarrassing in front of the others.”
“You know I promise nothing.” He straightened his back up and smirked. Rin shook her head and smiled.
At the bay was a tiny sail boat waiting for them, tied up a piece of driftwood lodged in the sand. Rin had already packed a box of supplies. Emillius noticed there was still an impression in the beach where Pyrrgus had landed. The skies were clear, it a purple dawn, and when he focused his gaze he could make out the mainland coast in the distant. He hopped through the warm saltwater and then leapt into the boat in an undignified fashion. “I’m ready to get off, so why don’t you give us a push.” Rin untied the ship and grabbed the edge at the stern. She threw her pack to Emillius giving the ship a haul to get it moving. Emillius gave her a hand climbing on board as the ship took off over the calm waves.
“Keep us sailing ahead,” said Emillius, pointing to the mainland. Rin scrambled to grasp the sail cable and held it steady. The old hermit relaxed back and turned his head. He watched as the island moved further away. The sun had risen just over the canopy, shining on the oceans. The ship rocked suddenly, tipping Emillius over. He shot back up and stared at Rin, whose scowl made him feel small for a moment. “Keep it steady… please.”
“Master, are you determined to act like a child?” asked Rin. Emillius finally decided to act serious by standing up and pulling a tattered map out from his sash. It pictured his island in relation to the east coast of Nolembel. It had been given to him before first departing to his home and he could not recall whether he had used since more than once since then. His island was not the only one dotting the seas in the area, and his had been marked with a big cross beside it.
“Revila is a little bit to the right, Rin. Try moving it twenty degrees.” His apprentice steered the sails to change their course slightly. “We should make it in half a day if this weather sticks.” Emillius glanced up at the sky, which had gradually changed to a soft blue, and took in the salty air. It had been long since he had experience such a wide open space.
Edited by Shuuda, 16 January 2012 - 03:41 PM.