Chapter One- Shipwreck
Tyson Greay looked out from the deck of the desolate prison ship, searching once more in a futile attempt for land or rescue. He was the sole survivor of the ship, where disease and storms had taken the lives of everyone else but him. Of course, with his inhuman abilities, he could simply fly away, but to where? Back in Europe, he was hated, thought of as a demon. His abilities were a control over fire that rivaled that of the powers of the Queen of Arendelle, Elsa. Or so he had heard of this supposed legend. But for now, he was the only one like this, empowered, yet weak against the onslaught of the people. He was put on this ship for transport to a remote island where he would be exiled for witchcraft, due to the fact that no man could kill him. Tyson could be hurt and feel pain like any man, but death was elusive, and even he could not end himself. He had tried, unable to cope with the miserable existence his curse had given him. He was orphaned at six, forced into the streets as a homeless vagabond, begging for a chance at life that he would never receive. Now, at twenty-seven, he was exiled to a god-forsaken ship adrift in the ocean.
Greay, as he preferred to be called, attempted to busy himself by looking through the ship, cleaning up, and taking inventory of supplies. Greay found that if he were to make it to land, there were enough precious metals and gems, as well as a sizable stash of money to provide him with a comfortable living. Greay rationed out food and potable water to help keep him alive long enough to perhaps drift to land. He found a guitar, and sat on deck playing it for a while; singing loud like he had at the street corners, where he had hoped an appreciation of music might bring in some income. His fingers glided across the strings as his voice broke through the lulling sound of the crashing waves against the hull of the ship. Weary from the exhaustion of the last few days, Greay soon put down the guitar and stared out upon the sunset as sleep descended mercifully upon him.
Greay awoke to a jolt as the ship leaned over to its left after hitting something very hard. A very groggy Greay lumbered over to the edge of the ship, surprised not to see waves, but shore. Suddenly awake, he rushed to find a telescope, which he used to scout out the land as far as he could see. Miles away, on the coast, sat a large city. Greay unloaded as much gold and gems as he could fit into a knapsack, then buried the rest on shore. He considered walking to the city, but judged it too far, and he didn't want to ruin his chances at the possibility of a new life by flying in. He would go, make himself welcome, and hide what he really was. For what he decided would be the last time, Greay summoned fire once more and set the ship ablaze. With any luck, someone would see it and sail over to rescue him. As the fire burned on, in due time, a ship made its way to Greay, and brought him in to the city. As he departed, a guardsman called out to him, "Welcome to Arendelle!"