You are Aradia Megido and you enjoy walking around near your hive where the beach and ocean stretched far beyond your sight. Your hive was located two hundred yards away from the edge of your village; you were practically alone! About a hundred yards away from your hive towards the village, a bunch of docks situated on a walkway that started about seventy five yards ahead of you. Although you couldn't see the docks now because of how cloudy it was, you knew that only a few were occupied. Your little island wasn't very popular with traders, but it was well known for the many treasures that could be found in the ground. Although these treasures were rare to come by, when found, they came in great amounts and could supply the founder with $5,000,000 at least. These underground treasures accumulated with your other like, archaeology.

You look up to the sky and see lightening flash across the dark clouds. Oh yeah, that's also another reason why a lot of ships didn't come here. Once a storm started, it would go on for days and not show any signs of stopping. You honestly liked the storms, but it was better not stay out in the rain for long or else you hair would puff up like the sheep in your yard. You loved the sheep, and they didn't seem to dislike you, so you sort of claimed them as your own. Even though there were only six of them, you took care of them like you would if your lusus was around. Oh right, about that. You lusus died of a sickness two years ago, but that was okay. She was in a better place now so you had no problem with taking care of yourself if it meant she was living a better life. As the thoughts of your beloved lusus swirled around in your head, you herded your sheep into a shelter you had built for them one and a half years ago for them.

Once all the sheep were snug in the shelter, you walked calmly to your hive. You didn't realize how far away you had walked away from your hive so you picked up you pace. A loud booming sound was heard and you predicted the storm was thirty three to thirty four miles off the coast. Now, you weren't the one to be afraid of thunder and lightning, but the murky darkness that always seemed to be a presence on the island now seemed ominous and it was starting to freak you out. When you finally reached your hive, you shut the door firmly behind you and locked it securely. You sigh, feeling a little safer than you did when you were outside. You take a glance at the clock and see that it's 1:34 in the afternoon. You sigh again. You feel as if this is going to be a long day. The lights in the house were going to stay off so that no one could see you from out there. The one thing trouble likes to do is diminish the light.

You walk to your room calmly on the next floor and launch yourself on to your bed as soon as you're within five feet of the thing. You then immediately go underneath the covers and stare at the ceiling. You did not have a good feeling about today. You heard rain start outside as a flash of light came through your windows. Oh right, you should probably shut the curtains as to prevent yourself from making up creatures in the shadows. You crawl to the side of your bed and shut one of the windows curtains as another flash lights up the sky. You are unable to reach the other window from your bed, so you proceed to get up and off your bed when a loud crack of thunder initiates. You flinch but continue on your trek to the second window. This window over looked the beach and sea that you mentioned earlier. As you were about to close the window, a streak of lightning drew across the sky, shocking you with what you saw in the distance.

Outside in the sea was a great ship with raggedy sails and flag flailing in the wind. You watched in awe as the mighty ship was tossed back and forth like a rag doll by the waves that seemed to be made of some ancient anger. Thunder was heard and lightening was seen as you watched what seem like an old movie show clips and tidbits of life unraveling slowly before your eyes. You weren't sure about what to do. Should you go and try to direct them to port now or should you wait till daybreak and see if they made it? You immediately dismiss the last thought. Doing that means that only a few of them will survive, if not any of them.

You grab a black trench coat from your desk nearby and dash down the stairs. When you reach down stairs you take a second to consider your actions. In this weather you have no idea how you're going to even get their attention, but then again, this could mean life or death for them. You shake your head and walk out the door, closing it behind you carefully as to not make any noise, even though you're sure no one would be able to hear a dying man yell in this weather. Wow, okay, that was a really bad comparison to use considering the situation right now…

Anyways…

You see the ocean starting to calm a little and for a moment, you think that what you had planned to do was a bit foolish. Why wouldn't they make it to port themselves? They're highly trained sailors that can take care of themselves, why would they need help from someone like you? You watched a little solemnly as the ship started to turn towards port, but what you saw coming up next had you more concerned than before. One giant wave came from the port side of the ship and crashed into it, turning it about 112.5 degrees in the opposite direction. You hear a few yells, but none of those voices would be heard in the village. You looked ahead to see where they would be headed, but unfortunately, the fog was blocking your view.

You ran to what seems to be the spot they are heading towards, and you slow down upon seeing where they were heading.

Ahead of you (and the ship) was a large cluster of sharp rocks, the jagged ends of the boulders ominously waiting to destroy the ship's hull. You could only watch as the ship was pushed yet again by another fearsome wave and into the sharp rocks. You heard wood splintering and more cries from the boat as the waves and rocks worked together to obliterate the ship into small remnants of what it used to be. There was a crack of lightening across the sky that revealed more damage than what you had initially thought. The boat was torn in half, sails floating in the ocean as the boulders stabbed into the boat as some men attempted to swim towards shore. Thunder sounded, shaking the ground underneath you and thus causing some hollers from the surviving members of the wreckage.

You were about to run towards the crash site when lighting lit the sky up to show that the men you had seen earlier were gone, with no trace to be found from them, only a few pieces of drift wood washing up onto the beach side. To be quite honest, that moment had freaked the crap out of you. You stand there, still standing in the same place as before as a clap of thunder initiated and caused the ground to rumble again. You were waiting for the next sign of life, but had a bad feeling you would never get to see it.

Lightening flashed again and again, allowing you to see that a man had dragged himself up onto shore; he was tall and adorned with fancy clothing. You assumed he was a merchant because of the many rings and jewelry you had seen sparkle on him during the bright flashes of light. You held your breath, but after his fantastic climb to shore, he had seemed to pass out right on the sand bank. Your mind rushed as what to do next, so you did what any other normal troll or person would do.

You got your wheel barrow.

You push the wheel barrow over the wet sand and to the man whom was resting on the ground. You examine him quickly, and noticed that the color he was wearing was a violet shade and that he was a mertroll. He was also an adult, which was rare to see since they were also banned from Earth too. You shake your head. Just your stroke of luck to get an extremely high blooded troll to take care of, right?

You drag his body up into your wheel barrow and you turn it around to the direction of your house. His body is sort of sprawled out in the cart and hanging off all of the edges it had, but you can fix that later. Right now, you had to get him inside. As you started to move, his eyes flashed open and grabbed your left arm. You almost screamed at his movement, but stopped when you realized he was trying to hand you something.

"Wha- what is it?" you ask, trying to see what he was holding.

He waved his hand at you, motioning for you to come closer. You lean over to hear him say these next words as he forcefully handed over a battered scroll to you:

"Keep this safe. Protect it with your life."

And with that, he passed out in your wheel barrow.

EXTRA INFO!: Aradia went back to the wreckage after she had put Dualscar in her living room and got most of his belongings (the important ones at least) and some of the other crew members stuff as well. She now has a wider variety of clothes as a result of this as well.