<b>A new dawn has awoken</b><br/><br/><i>- Several days later-</i><br/><br/>Even without the coal-black colour of the ships wood, the place would have been a damp and dark place. A deep dark mist had curled around them the moment the pirate ship had sunk to the deep depths of the Eiwua sea. Those who had survived had sat in silence on the wreck-pieces of wood drifting around, left for dead in the icy salt faiths they awaited their. None had dared to ask to come aboard the black death, the name that had been given to the second survivor ship of the Aviari. The Aviari vessel with none of their kind aboard.<br/><br/>The first few days nobody had seen Verita, save for those who would check up on the girls health. The exhaustion of the battles and pumping power unknown to her own mind into the bodies of those protecting her had drained her energies to a dangerous low. Which did not help her quit her newfound love for alcohol either. When awake, she would drink herself to sleep, and when asleep, most would fear for her to be in a coma of some sort.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the colourful bunch of survivors had nothing to worry about, save for fear of killing each other at night. There was food aplenty and enough mead and meat to go around on the sea for voyages of months. But it was a mere 6 or 7 days later that they would see their first sight of land in the horizon.<br/><br/>It was a unwelcome sight, cleared up mistbanks floated behind them to show them what was waiting for them to come ashore to. If there was any shore to come upon as well. There were rocks scattered about in the sea, with water violently crushing and foaming around the razorsharp edges of stone. There seemed to be only one way through the treacherous waters. One way to reach the enormous cliff mountains of almost 30 feet high, overgrown with the most luscious green woods one could ever imagine in their lives after seeing so much of the sea in the last few days. Unfortunately they could not reach those grassy hills of life without crashing their boat on the rocks, instead they had to navigate their way through the waters to sail into a deep dark dooming hole in the rockwall before them. A cave with a mouth so big, it could have been named the titans whore, known for swallowing ships that have never returned the sea again.<br/><br/>But those were only stories, stories in books Verita had once read in a safe life long ago. The dark haired, frail beauty was whispering to herself as she stood on the hull of the Aviari Vessel, looking with wide innocent eyes at the strangely foreboding cave they were sailing for. It did not feel right with her, but she had seen, just like the others had, that there was no other way around the treacherous waters. It was her first time since the pirate attack, and the death of her Aviari friends that she had seen the sun. The first time that she had left the captains cabin, to walk over the muddy rotten planks of the black ship and watch the rats scurry away quickly before her feet.<br/><br/>It was doing her a whole lot good to feel the seawind in her hair and the sting of salty tears over her cheeks. She could even taste the waters, thick in the air, upon her full red lips as she licked it away. Her eyes seemed to glow brighter every day, Dawn had even joked about her turning her blood into absinthe. That the luminescence of the liquor had begun to make her pupils glow this strangely, but there was always a little worry behind the girls words. There was always sorrow and a burden when the others were around her. Or maybe Verita was imagining it all. She could not believe the stories they had told her about her either, instead she made them promise not to tell a soul about the things she had done and the things she had said. It could be dangerous if the wrong people would find out about her, and most had agreed as well. They had not even let the new people know anything yet, if they had not figured it out by themselves, after the prowess of Dawn had faded away. Perhaps that was why she had hid herself in that cabin for so long as well.<br/><br/><b>''Do you think we will be safe once inside that mountain? The mouth of the cave looks carved, it seems to be man-made. I wonder what will be inside...''</b><br/><br/>She asked whomever had crept upon her from behind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>