text: Chapter 1--Who am I? As I awoke on that boat with the salty sea air sticking to my face, it was as if I returned to this material plane from an eternal slumber. I was beyond groggy and my body battleworn and barely moveable. I knew the bare minimum about my predicament and it only made matters worse. I forced myself out of that fishnet hammock despite every muscle of my being fighting against me. It was as if three owlbears were stacked upon my shoulders after someone bashed my legs with a blacksmiths’ tools. Who would have thought getting to the heavy seawater soaked doors would have been so difficult. As I breach the doors and find myself looking into the blinding sunlight I feel the many sets of eyes locked in my direction. I could feel every single set of eyes on that deck and it made my stomach churn. As my eyes adjusted, I began to shuffle backwards into the room I just left. Those sea dried men appeared as if a woman had never looked in their direction. Trying to swing the heavy door back shut I was interrupted by a raspy female voice. I was dumbfounded, for I know I hadn't seen a woman out there did I? Just as soon as I got the behemoth pulled shut, it swung open like a page getting turned in a book. Falling backwards onto the floor in disbelief a well dressed woman was standing over me. She was cheery yet terrifying all in the same. Scuttling backwards, terrified, she let out a forgiving hand with the most gentle words. My fear was wiped away the instant she spoke. Lifting me from the floor she started spewing out information, sentence after sentence, and I couldn't keep up. Assuming she saw my puzzled face she walked me over to a table built into the wall and had me take a seat. Slowing down her pace I began to understand what she was saying more and more. She was a bizarre woman for sure. After a few minutes of dumping info in my ears just calling me girl, she began to call me Marinth. Continuing to ramble on faster than I could keep up, she mentioned having a vision of a powerful being destined to change the fate of the world lying alone on a devastated beach. She set out immediately to the closest piece of land and found me among rubble still breathing. Absurdly thinking I must have been the “powerful” being of prophecy, she called me Marinth. A name deemed worthy of someone steadfast, powerful, and destined for greatness she said with great enthusiasm. Being in the position that I was, Marinth was a name that could keep me taken care of, so arguing was off the table. Wasn’t really sure if I could have argued though. When I awoke I couldn't remember anything before that, not even my name. This is my first attempt at ever wrong so please be gentle is possible but please critique my grammar and/or spelling if need be. Im dyslexic so writing and reading are both a bit difficult for me. I'm taking inspiration from a DND campaign that I run with my friends and I'm hoping this turns out well enough to show them.