The Lost Age
Chapter 1
The wind was strong, and the ship moved on, never seeming to stray from the straight path that they had been following since their departure from Lalivero. It had only been a few days since they started on their new journey, and they had already lost sight of any nearby land; everything was water, from one horizon to the other.
Isaac had never been able to imagine a place such as the ocean, a place with no soil beneath them, and not even a single tree. Angara was rich with plant life, and everywhere you looked you could find a strong, healthy tree with rich, green leaves. Here, on the ocean, there was nothing; nothing but the water, and the golden sun, the one thing that had remained with them throughout their entire adventure. Sure, the ocean was tedious, but it was not desolate like the Lamakan Desert had been.
Despite his positive outlook on the situation, he desperately wanted this boat ride to end. Ivan and Mia had been telling him lately that he was too reserved. Usually when they said this, Garet, who was an all out extrovert, would usually come to his aid.
"C'mon, guys, leave Isaac alone. Sure he's not very social, but where would we be if we didn't have his sword in battle?"
Everyone knew that this was true. Isaac did not talk much, but when the situation arose, he was their leader, and he always knew what to do.
. . .
It was around mid-afternoon. The trip had certainly not been fun so far, but today was especially dreary. There was nothing to do but talk or stare at the water. Everyone tried to create conversations, because when they were left with the latter option, things were even worse. The only one who had even a vestige of hope for not dying of boredom was Garet. Often he would yell something outrageous out at the top of his lungs, or he would try and perform some crazy stunt with his Psynergy; and even when he did manage to pull one of these off successfully, the rest of the crew barely seemed to care. They had sunken so far into their state of monotony that they would not allow anything to pull them out of it. Garet was desperate to do something, anything, to make them all be happy again, so that he would not also lose hope.
So day after long day Garet would do something to try and cheer them up, but it was all for naught. He knew that if he did not get them out of their boredom soon, then he would also plummet into their pitiful state of depression; so he thought of the most challenging, dangerous stunt that he could think of, and decided to carry it out into action.
One day, he walked out onto the deck, and said to all of his friends, "Hey guys, watch this." He then proceeded to throw his Shamshir sword up into the air. At the last second, he planned to use his Halt Psynergy to stop it in the middle of its descent. Now, you and I, even with our limited understanding of Psynergy, knew that this was a very foolish thing to do, but Garet was very determined indeed to lighten up his party members. However, this plan greatly backfired, as the young Adept waited a split-second too long, and the tip of the blade landed right on his foot.
Garet let out a very, very loud yell, that would have been heard many miles away if anyone were near enough.
"Garet!" Isaac called out in shock. He ran over to his friend, who had collapsed onto the ground in pain. He wanted to do something to help him, but healing was not his expertise; but it was Mia's. She arrived at Garet soon after Isaac had. She quickly pulled off the injured warrior's shoe, and performed Ply, the signature healing Psynergy of her Mercury clan. The deep stab wound that had been on Garet's foot disappeared, and the young Adept discontinued his uncomfortable groans of pain.
As soon as the panic wore down, it started right up again.
"Uh, Isaac," said Ivan, who had not rushed up to Garet like the others had, but had just shaken his head in disapproval. "L-look behind you."
Standing at the front of the ship was an enormous black dragon.
Chapter 1
The wind was strong, and the ship moved on, never seeming to stray from the straight path that they had been following since their departure from Lalivero. It had only been a few days since they started on their new journey, and they had already lost sight of any nearby land; everything was water, from one horizon to the other.
Isaac had never been able to imagine a place such as the ocean, a place with no soil beneath them, and not even a single tree. Angara was rich with plant life, and everywhere you looked you could find a strong, healthy tree with rich, green leaves. Here, on the ocean, there was nothing; nothing but the water, and the golden sun, the one thing that had remained with them throughout their entire adventure. Sure, the ocean was tedious, but it was not desolate like the Lamakan Desert had been.
Despite his positive outlook on the situation, he desperately wanted this boat ride to end. Ivan and Mia had been telling him lately that he was too reserved. Usually when they said this, Garet, who was an all out extrovert, would usually come to his aid.
"C'mon, guys, leave Isaac alone. Sure he's not very social, but where would we be if we didn't have his sword in battle?"
Everyone knew that this was true. Isaac did not talk much, but when the situation arose, he was their leader, and he always knew what to do.
. . .
It was around mid-afternoon. The trip had certainly not been fun so far, but today was especially dreary. There was nothing to do but talk or stare at the water. Everyone tried to create conversations, because when they were left with the latter option, things were even worse. The only one who had even a vestige of hope for not dying of boredom was Garet. Often he would yell something outrageous out at the top of his lungs, or he would try and perform some crazy stunt with his Psynergy; and even when he did manage to pull one of these off successfully, the rest of the crew barely seemed to care. They had sunken so far into their state of monotony that they would not allow anything to pull them out of it. Garet was desperate to do something, anything, to make them all be happy again, so that he would not also lose hope.
So day after long day Garet would do something to try and cheer them up, but it was all for naught. He knew that if he did not get them out of their boredom soon, then he would also plummet into their pitiful state of depression; so he thought of the most challenging, dangerous stunt that he could think of, and decided to carry it out into action.
One day, he walked out onto the deck, and said to all of his friends, "Hey guys, watch this." He then proceeded to throw his Shamshir sword up into the air. At the last second, he planned to use his Halt Psynergy to stop it in the middle of its descent. Now, you and I, even with our limited understanding of Psynergy, knew that this was a very foolish thing to do, but Garet was very determined indeed to lighten up his party members. However, this plan greatly backfired, as the young Adept waited a split-second too long, and the tip of the blade landed right on his foot.
Garet let out a very, very loud yell, that would have been heard many miles away if anyone were near enough.
"Garet!" Isaac called out in shock. He ran over to his friend, who had collapsed onto the ground in pain. He wanted to do something to help him, but healing was not his expertise; but it was Mia's. She arrived at Garet soon after Isaac had. She quickly pulled off the injured warrior's shoe, and performed Ply, the signature healing Psynergy of her Mercury clan. The deep stab wound that had been on Garet's foot disappeared, and the young Adept discontinued his uncomfortable groans of pain.
As soon as the panic wore down, it started right up again.
"Uh, Isaac," said Ivan, who had not rushed up to Garet like the others had, but had just shaken his head in disapproval. "L-look behind you."
Standing at the front of the ship was an enormous black dragon.