Several days passed since Rayla and Runaan's return. With words that Claudia had left Xadia behind, Callum, Rayla, and Soren were determined to bring her home to face justice. Knowing that they'd need to cross the Sea of Storms, they had reached out to the neighboring lands seeking passage across the sea. Presently, the trio and Ezran were standing on the battlements of Katolis Castle awaiting the arrival of someone who could help them.
"Are we sure this is a good idea?" Callum asked.
"No, but no one else wants to help us," Rayla sighed in frustration.
"If there's one silver lining in this though, you two can put your wedding plans on hold if something goes wrong," Soren joked. The engaged couple and the king looked over at him, their looks a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Before more could be said, a rush of wind swept through the courtyard outside, accompanied by a sharp cry. They turned as a shadow passed overhead, followed by the sound of wings. Moments later, a familiar Skywing elf had a sleek, birdlike appearance, with feathers in shades of blue and gold that shimmered in the light. Her sharp golden eyes gleamed with mischief, and her wings, large and majestic, folded neatly against her back as she straightened. Her clothes were practical but stylish, with dark leathers, and a high-collared tunic that matched her cunning, roguish demeanor.
"Well, well," The new elf said with a broad grin, placing her hands on her hips, "What's this all about?"
"Hey, Nyx," Soren greeted, arms crossed.
"I heard you all were looking for me," Nyx said, clutching her chest in mock offense, and then winked, "Well, I'm here now. What do you need?"
"We need your help to cross the Sea of Storms," Ezran explained. Nyx's playful expression shifted to confusion.
"Sea of Storms? Where exactly are you trying to go?" Nyx asked.
"Hyrule," Callum said simply. Nyx raised an eyebrow, looking at him as if he'd spoken a foreign language.
"Hyrule? Never heard of it. Sounds made up," She tilted her head, "Wait! Does it have treasure? Because if this is some kind of 'hidden riches beyond the horizon' deal, count me in!"
"It's not about treasure. We're trying to stop Claudia," Rayla sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, stop the bad mage, save the world. Same story, different day," Nyx handed the map back and grinned. "So, you're saying you need me to get you there. Lucky for you, I know just the ship and the captain who can take us across."
"The Sea Legs?" Ezran blinked. Nyx gave him an approving nod.
"Smart king! Yup, the Sea Legs. And lucky for you, I'm very persuasive when it comes to getting Captain Villads to cooperate. The sea's his love, but shiny things have a special way of convincing him, if you catch my drift," Nyx smiled.
"And… what's it going to cost us?" Ezran hesitated.
"Oh, don't worry. A journey this dangerous? It's on the house. I just want to be there when the adventure gets interesting," Nyx smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously.
"That doesn't sound suspicious at all," Rayla said flatly, folding her arms.
"Relax, knife-ears," Nyx said, flaring her wings in mock indignation, "You're lucky I'm even considering helping. The Sea of Storms is no joke. But hey, if you'd rather swim…"
"I'd rather not deal with you at all, but here we are," Rayla mumbled, rolling her eyes.
"So, when do we set sail, Your Majesty?" Nyx ignored her, turning to Ezran.
CHAPTER FOUR: THE SEA OF STORMS
The bustling port town buzzed with activity as ships swayed gently in their docks. The salty tang of the sea mixed with the distant cries of gulls, setting the stage for a bittersweet farewell. Callum, Rayla, and Soren stood at the edge of the pier, their packed supplies piled behind them. Ezran and Astrid stood before them, Zym faithfully by the king's side. Amaya and Gren stood off to the side, the former with her arms crossed in her usual commanding stance, while Gren hovered with an air of quiet support. Ezran stepped forward, holding out a leather-bound journal with an intricate watertight cover.
"I thought you might need this," he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his hands, "You'll want to take notes about everything you see over there… y'know, for when you come back." Callum took the journal, smiling at his brother.
"Thanks, Ez," Callum promised. He tucked the journal into his pack, his expression softening. "You'll keep things running smoothly here, right?"
"I've got Zym and everyone here to help me," Ezran said.
"I hope that your journey will provide answers for us," Astrid prayed as Amaya approached Soren. She placed a firm hand on his shoulder, her gaze steady and intense. She signed a quick series of instructions, her motions sharp and deliberate.
"Protect my nephew and his fiancé. No matter what," Gren translated, his tone carrying Amaya's gravity.
"You've got it. No one's getting through me," Soren promised, straightening under her gaze, saluting with a grin. Runaan stepped forward, his expression more subdued. He held out his bowblade to Rayla.
"I'm trusting you with this," Runaan said, his voice soft yet firm, "It's served me well for years, and I know it will do the same for you. Bring it back in one piece… and bring yourself back, too." Rayla accepted the bowblade with a solemn nod, her fingers brushing against the familiar grooves in its handle.
"I will," she promised. She hesitated, then glanced at Runaan, "What about you? What'll you do now?" Runaan's lips twitched in the faintest of smiles, though his gaze dropped briefly to his bandaged arm.
"I would've liked to go with you but this..." he admitted, gesturing to his injured arm, "It would make me more of a burden than a help." Rayla's brows furrowed as she shook her head.
"You're not a burden, Runaan," Rayla protested.
"I appreciate that," Runaan said quietly, "Now hurry back so Ethari and I can argue with you about who walks you down the aisle."
"I will, I promise," Rayla smiled, her smile tinged with guilt and warmth. The finality of their words settled over the group as they exchanged one last round of hugs and goodbyes. As they boarded the Sea Legs, Ezran and Zym stood on the dock, waving until the ship was out of sight. The next few days were a patient blur. The Sea Legs swayed gently in the waters of the western seas, its sails catching the brisk morning breeze. Callum stood at the stern, his new journal in hand. The watertight cover gleamed faintly in the sunlight. His charcoal pencil glided across the page as he wrote:
"Day Three. Claudia's lead grows with every hour. The Sea of Storms feels like a distant, untouchable horizon. I admittedly questioned the wisdom of this journey. I should be preparing to marry Rayla, not risking our lives on the possibility that Claudia's up to no good. However, we all agreed we can't leave her alone. After all, the last time we did that, she summoned the greatest enemy of peace that our peoples have known. I shudder to think what she's trying to do now."
Closing the journal, he looked out at the shimmering horizon. His thoughts were interrupted by Captain Villads calling out commands, his voice booming yet cheerful. The middle-aged man cut an imposing figure, with his orange hair and braided beard catching the light. His eyepatches, one black and one brown, crisscrossed over his nose, hiding both eyes but failing to conceal the long, jagged scar down his face. He wore a traditional pirate's ensemble: brown gloves, a dark vest over a white blouse, and a wide, swooping hat perched atop his messy hair. Perched on his right shoulder, Berto the parrot ruffled his red and blue feathers. The bird tilted his head and squawked, "Steady as she goes!" drawing a chuckle from the crew. Callum joined the captain near the helm.
"You seem excited," Callum said, watching as Villads tapped his fingers on the wheel.
"Excited? Aye, lad, I am," Villads admitted, grinning wide enough to reveal a missing tooth on the right side of his upper jaw, "I've dreamed of these waters since I was no bigger than you are now. The Sea of Storms… Dangerous, uncharted, mysterious. What's not to love?" As Villads continued his lively musing, Soren and Elmer stood at the bow, catching up like old friends. Elmer's towering frame was impossible to miss, his body of gnarled, bark-like wood gleaming under the sun. The barnacles dotting his surface gave him a rugged, ocean-weathered look, and his barnacle beard wobbled slightly as he laughed at Soren's stories.
"How is it under the captain these days?" Soren asked, leaning against the rail.
"Much better. Less yelling, more... peace. Feels good," Elmer nodded, his deep voice rumbling. At the ship's edge, Rayla clung to the railing, her pale face greenish. Stella perched on her shoulder, chittering softly and rubbing her back with her tiny black fingers. The young cuddlemonkey's dark gray fur glinted in the sunlight, and her striped tail swayed gently as she tried to comfort her mistress.
"Ugh," Rayla groaned, clutching her stomach, "I've fought off blood-thirsty mercenaries, jumped from moving dragons, dove off a cliff with a dark mage to my doom, been tied up and nearly eaten by a sea monster, but this... this is torture."
"Aw, poor Rayla," Nyx said, fluttering down beside her, her heterochromatic eyes with mischief, "What's the matter? Can't handle a little water?"
"I'll be fine... as soon as we're on land again," Rayla mumbled, glaring at her.
"You're lucky I don't charge extra for curing seasickness or for putting up with the smell of humans," Nyx smirked, her wings shifting slightly as she leaned closer. Tension crackled in the air as the Sea Legs crossed into the Sea of Storms. The water grew choppier, and clouds loomed on the horizon. Callum held onto the railing, his mind racing. He looked back at his companions, Villads's confident grin, Soren's easy laughter, Rayla's determined eyes even through her queasiness.
Here goes everything. Callum thought. In another part of the sea, the sky above roared as Claudia's enchanted boat bobbed amidst the waves, the water churning in defiance of her stolen craft. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the reins of her transformed horse, now acting as a mast that bore sails of shimmering magical fabric. Every gust of wind threatened to tear her vessel apart, and the dark clouds above flashed with jagged streaks of lightning.
"You're pushing the boat beyond its limits, my dear," Aaravos's voice cooed from the shadows swirling at the edge of her vision.
"I don't have much of a choice!" Claudia snapped, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she struggled to maintain her focus, "This storm is going to sink me if we don't get out of here soon!"
Aaravos chuckled, his tone unbothered. "Then let me guide you to safety… and to your destiny."
Claudia grit her teeth, but her fear outweighed her defiance. "Fine. Where do I go?"
"Steer south," Aaravos instructed, his voice carrying a strange calmness, "Toward the heart of the storm."
Claudia hesitated, the very idea seeming absurd. But the wind howled louder, threatening to rip her boat apart if she stayed her course. With a growl of frustration, she yanked the reins, turning her craft toward the churning black void at the storm's center.
"Good," Aaravos purred. "Now, prepare yourself. The next step requires your full focus."
Lightning illuminated the rolling waves, momentarily revealing the chaos around her. Claudia gulped as Aaravos spoke again.
"Use the stone I left you," he instructed, "Cast Tempus Stagna to freeze time. Only then can we move forward."
Claudia clenched the secret stone in her hand. Its cold, weighty power pulsed against her palm. Muttering the incantation, she traced a sigil in the air, the stone glowing brighter with each word.
"Tempus… Stagna!" The storm fell silent as the world around her turned a dim gray except for herself. The crashing waves and howling wind froze in place, the world caught in eerie stillness. Droplets of water hovered midair like suspended glass, and lightning halted mid-strike, casting the frozen sky in a harsh, unnatural glow.
Aaravos's voice broke the quiet. "Now, you must separate yourself. Leave your body behind for a moment and follow my voice to the ocean floor."
"What do you mean, leave my body? How do I do that?" Claudia asked, confused.
"Trust me," Aaravos replied, his voice smooth and unyielding. "Hold the stone close and cast Stellaris Viator. Let it guide you. You will understand as it happens."
Claudia hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea felt alien, but the weight of Aaravos's certainty left no room for doubt. Gripping the secret stone tighter, she murmured the spell.
"Stellaris… Viator…" A faint, otherworldly glow enveloped her. She gasped as her vision shifted, her awareness pulling free from her physical form. Her body slumped over the helm of the boat as her essence, shimmering and translucent, floated upward.
"What… what's happening to me?" Claudia's voice trembled, echoing as if carried on the wind.
"You are untethered," Aaravos explained, "Now follow me. There is something you must see." Drawn by an unseen force, Claudia's incorporeal form descended into the ocean. The water offered no resistance, and she floated downward with unnatural ease. The ocean floor stretched before her, a vast, haunting expanse. Twisted ruins of an ancient city sprawled below, illuminated by faint, otherworldly light. At its center rose a towering structure, its surface adorned with shimmering runes that glowed like stars.
"Aaravos, what is this place?" Claudia asked, looking around.
"Our ultimate goal, the Tower of Stars," Aaravos said reverently, "Once a nexus of immense power for my people before we were brought low by the Zonai. Within it lies the key to bending the heavens to my will and yours." Claudia drifted closer, drawn to the tower's mesmerizing glow. At its base, a radiant teardrop-shaped stone pulsed with oceanic energy, mounted in an ancient pedestal.
"Behold the ocean primal secret stone," Aaravos declared, "Its power will be yours. Claim it." Claudia immediately floated to the stone and attempted to grasp it only for her hand to phase through it.
"Uh, I got no hands here," Claudia pointed out.
"Point your hand towards the stone and try using the spell Stellaris Trahere," Aaravos advised.
"Stellaris Trahere," Claudia chanted. Her hand glowed with star arcanum magic as the ocean secret stone pried itself loose. She grinned as it hovered next to her hand.
"Good. Now then, let's return to the surface," Aaravos said. Her task complete, her soul carried the stone upward, returning to her body as the frozen time spell began to wane. Back in her physical form, Claudia cradled the ocean primal secret stone. Its power surged through her, mingling with the dark magic and the first secret stone she had, all the magics coursing in her veins. The ocean stone immediately attached to the back of her left hand, an ornate gauntlet of silver weaving around her fingers.
"What… what are these stones?" Claudia asked, her voice shaking.
Aaravos chuckled softly. "All in due time, my dear. For now, know that their combined power will unlock unimaginable possibilities. There are four more to find…"
Before Claudia could respond, the time freeze ended, and the storm resumed with violent force. The waves slammed into her boat, cracking its magical frame. Exhaustion clawed at her body, her grip on the reins weakening.
"Aaravos, the boat…!"
"Do not panic," Aaravos said, his voice calm but insistent. "The new stone you hold will allow you to wield the ocean arcanum. Use its power. Cast Aquis Spirare Faucibus and breathe beneath the waves."
Claudia's eyes widened as the storm's largest wave yet surged toward her. Heart pounding, she focused on the stone's energy, tracing a glowing sigil in the air as she chanted.
"Aquis… Spirare… Faucibus!"
Muttering the incantation through gritted teeth, Claudia's lungs filled with an unnatural breath. A monstrous tidal wave loomed before her, crashing down and obliterating her fragile vessel. As she sank into the depths, her vision faded to black.
The Sea Legs surged forward as the storm grew fiercer. Callum had been watching the water closely, one arm holding Rayla close. Sneezles sneezed nervously as he and Stella scampered below deck. As the wind howled and waves crashed against the ship's sides, something felt wrong. The air had become thick and oppressive, and Callum's unease deepened.
"Something's not right," Callum muttered, as the ship lurched beneath him. Suddenly, the Sea Legs began to wobble uncontrollably. The helm spun wildly, as though caught by an invisible hand, and the ship began to veer off course.
"What in the seven seas is going on?" Captain Villads shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. Then, from the dark depths below, a shadow rose, massive and terrible. It was a gray, squid-like creature with a dozen long, sinewy tentacles. Its eyes gleamed with hunger as it towered over the Sea Legs, causing the ship to creak and groan under the pressure of its immense size. The crew shouted in alarm as the beast's tentacles lashed out, slamming onto the ship's deck with brutal force.
"Brace yourselves!" Captain Villads yelled, his voice gruff as he tried to maintain control of the ship. One of the beast's tentacles reached out to grab the main mast. With a cry, the mast snapped in half, and the ship shuddered from the impact. A fragment of it flew towards the unseeing captain and slammed into his head, knocking him out cold.
"Damn it! The Captain's out!" Nyx hissed in fury as she grabbed the wheel to try to steady the ship. Rayla, Callum, and Soren jumped into action, preparing to defend the crew. However, Rayla was struggling against the violent motion of the ship. Her seasickness had flared up again, making her movements sluggish and uncoordinated. She staggered, clutching her stomach.
"I can't…!" Rayla gasped, her face pale.
"Stay strong!" Callum shouted over the roar of the waves, "I'll try something! Fulminis Ruina!" The human mage thrust his hands forward, summoning a massive bolt of lightning that crackled and struck one of the monster's tentacles. The electric surge passed through it, but the beast hardly flinched, its thick hide absorbing the blow.
"Venus Frigoris!" He cast a blast of freezing cold toward one of the beast's tentacles. The limb stiffened, ice quickly spreading up its length until it was entirely frozen. Soren rushed forward to shatter it with a quick strike of his blade. The ice exploded with a satisfying crack, sending chunks of frozen tentacle flying.
"Nice!" Soren grinned, but the creature didn't retreat. The monster roared in fury, slamming its remaining tentacles down with a thunderous crash, damaging the ship further. One of the limbs wrapped around Callum's body, pinning his arms and lifting him off his feet.
"No!" Rayla cried out in horror. The tentacle dragged Callum off the ship and under the water. His feet kicked wildly, but the grip only tightened. He winced as his need for air increased as the pressure of the tentacle increased. From the depths, a flash of pink and silver appeared, a graceful figure cutting through the water with unnatural speed. The figure was a tall, slender woman with smooth, scaled skin that shimmered in the dim light of the storm. Though her body was humanoid, her head resembled a fish, complete with fins and tail. With an expert flick of her wrist, the mysterious woman slashed at the tentacle with a rapier, cutting through it with ease. She grabbed Callum, pulling him with her towards the surface with surprising strength.
"Hold on!" she called, her voice clear even underwater. In an instant, she thrust her rapier into the air, shouting, "Mons Aqueous!" A powerful geyser of water shot from the depths, propelling Callum and the mysterious woman back to the surface and onto the deck of the Sea Legs. Callum gasped for air as they landed, his heart still racing.
"What… What just happened?" Callum coughed. Rayla's eyes widened in shock and relief.
"Callum!" she cried, rushing to his side. She opened her mouth to speak, but the nausea returned full force, and she crumpled to her knees, clutching her stomach. The mysterious woman stepped forward, her gaze softening as she turned to Rayla. She knelt beside her, her hand glowing faintly with a soft light as she placed it on Rayla's shoulder.
"Oh, you poor thing. Let me help. Vivantus," the woman murmured. A gentle warmth spread through Rayla's body, and the dizziness and nausea subsided. Rayla blinked, her head clearing, and she stood up, looking at the woman with awe.
"I… thank you!" Rayla gasped, her voice hoarse but full of gratitude. The mysterious woman smiled briefly before her attention shifted back to the storm and the beast. The monster had begun to thrash again, its massive tentacles crashing down onto the ship's deck, threatening to smash through the wooden hull. The storm raged around them, its fury intensified as the monster surged from the depths. Its dozen massive, writhing tentacles broke the surface of the sea, each one thick as a ship's mast. The Sea Legs groaned, rocked off course by the creature's might. The crew scrambled, trying to maintain control as the beast began to lash out. Below the surface, a massive figure tore through the water. With each powerful stroke, the immense shape of the creature's opponent surged forward, moving with surprising grace despite its size. Deep blue skin gleamed as water cascaded off muscular limbs, the sharp edges of its forearm fins cutting through the sea. Golden eyes burned with steely resolve as the figure swam toward the chaos. The massive form dove into the water with a powerful kick of the tail, heading straight for the thrashing beast. The beast's tentacles reached out, seeking to crush anything in their path, but the figure was fast, too fast for the creature to catch. It swam toward the writhing mass of tentacles, raising its arms as powerful magic coursed through the water.
"Lamina Pinnae!" The giant cried. The forearm fins of the figure glowed, hardened and sharpened, turning into deadly blades. It charged forward, its tail cutting through the water behind, slashing with precision. Tentacles were severed with a flurry of powerful strikes, each one sending waves through the storm. But the monster was relentless. One of its massive tentacles wrapped around the figure's waist, trying to drag it under the water. The figure fought back, twisting in the creature's grip, but another tentacle wrapped around its legs, trapping it further.
"Grandfather!" The pink-scaled girl cried out, gritting her shark-like teeth. Her voice was swallowed by the wind and thunder, but the figure fought on, breaking free from the tightening coils with a mighty thrash of its tail. It sliced through another tentacle with its sharpened fins, each movement decisive and practiced. Without hesitation, Rayla pulled an arrow from her quiver, notching it. She aimed for the nearest exposed eye of the monster and released the arrow, her fingers steady despite the storm's fury. The arrow struck its mark, sinking deep into one of the beast's eyes. The creature let out a deafening screech, thrashing in agony. It momentarily loosened its grip on the figure, providing a crucial opening. Seizing the chance, the figure broke free from the tentacles, swimming toward the surface with a powerful kick of its tail. The beast's remaining tentacles flailed around, but the figure surged upwards, breaking through the water with a mighty leap. It emerged, gasping for air, its body glistening with seawater. The storm began to subside, the winds dying down as the creature's fury waned. Rayla let out a sigh of relief when she saw the figure was safe. But the exhaustion from the fight was already beginning to take its toll, and her nausea slowly returned. She collapsed to her knees, the effort of the battle catching up with her. The figure turned back toward the Sea Legs, casting a look over its shoulder at the creature.
"Grandfather!" The girl called out again, filled with both relief and urgency. The monster had been dealt a serious blow, but it was still flailing, its tentacles dangerously close to the ship. The massive figure swam toward the remaining tentacles, his tail moving with powerful swishes. He reached the Sea Legs, his hands reaching out to grasp at the beast's thick limbs. His eyes flared with intensity.
"This is the end for you!" The giant roared. As the creature raged against him, Rayla stood up one more time and took another shot. This time, her arrow flew true, striking one of the tentacles holding the ship. The beast recoiled, and with one final, furious swing of his sharpened fins, the giant figure severed the last of the creature's limbs. It fell back into the water with a crash, lifeless. The storm, once fierce and howling, died away with the creature's death. The sea settled, the winds softening into a gentle breeze, leaving the crew of the Sea Legs to look at the massive figure in awe. Rayla stood, her stomach still unsettled, but relief washing over her as she took in the sight of the now-vanquished beast. She watched as the figure, towering and formidable, floated next to the ship. His golden eyes locked onto hers for a moment, a mix of intensity and calm in his gaze, before he turned toward the horizon. His massive, shimmering body, covered in hues of deep cerulean and pale silver, was a sight to behold, imposing even after the storm's fury had passed. The water rippled faintly around him, his sheer presence disturbing its fragile calm. Callum stood beside her, his clothes drenched, hair plastered to his forehead. He stared out at the colossal figure.
"That was... unbelievable," he murmured, almost to himself. "I mean... who or what was that thing?"
"That creature was a Storm Octo. When they rise from below, they're known for creating terrible storms," The pink-scaled girl explained.
"Well, that answers that question. If I may ask, who and… what are you?" Callum asked.
"Certainly, I am Mipha of the Zora," she said, her melodic voice cutting through the quiet. She gestured toward the massive figure still in the water, his golden eyes now scanning the crew, "And this is my grandfather, Dorephan. We are the protectors of these waters." The crew exchanged uncertain glances.
"Okay, protectors of the sea, great. But can anyone explain why the captain isn't moving?" Soren asked. All eyes turned toward Captain Villads, slumped awkwardly against a barrel near the helm. His hat had been knocked askew, his eyepatches crisscrossed over his nose at a slightly crooked angle.
"Oh no," Nyx gasped, darting toward him, "Don't tell me he didn't make it through that mess!" She leaned in, her voice rising. "Captain Villads?"
"He wasn't exactly young or spry before all this. Maybe... he's gone?" Soren frowned, scratching the back of his neck.
"Gone?" Callum said, panic creeping into his tone, "You mean, gone, gone?" Nyx hesitated, her expression wavering between concern and disbelief. Slowly, she leaned in closer, then yelped and sprang back as Villads let out a loud, rumbling snore. Everyone froze.
"He's... asleep?" Callum asked incredulously.
"Guess the old guy needed a nap during all the excitement," Soren said with a shrug, though he couldn't keep the grin off his face.
"Of course he's asleep," Nyx grumbled, crossing her arms, "Leave it to him to nap through half the fight and all of the aftermath." Mipha, who had been watching the exchange with quiet amusement, knelt gracefully beside Villads.
"He may be injured as well," she said softly, "Allow me to help him."
Raising her hands, she murmured, "Aqua revivus fluens vita..." A soft, shimmering blue light poured from her palms, rippling like water as it flowed over Villads's prone form. The gash on his temple sealed itself, and the bruises around his face faded. Even his right eye, long forgotten by him and clouded with blindness, cleared completely. Villads groaned and stirred, lifting a hand to his face. His fingers brushed against his healed eye, and his brows furrowed in confusion.
"By the storm... What happened…?" he muttered, squinting at the gathered group, "Wait…! What happened to the monster? Why can I see? And why does my head feel like I've been hit by a barrel of rum?"
"Uh… Long story," Callum said, still marveling at the magic he had just witnessed. Mipha smiled gently, rising to her feet.
"The storm has passed, but your ship has survived thanks to your crew's courage and determination," Mipha told him. Villads blinked, seeming to process this.
"Did I really miss all the action?" Villads asked, his gaze settling on Nyx.
"Oh, you were there. You just made a grand contribution by... resting your eyes," Nyx smirked.
"Well, someone's gotta keep lookout while you lot run amok," Villads snorted, adjusting his hat, "But to be able to see..." Callum watched intently, his eyes alight with curiosity as the captain processed the change to his reality.
"That spell... Is there any chance I can learn that?" Callum asked.
"Perhaps later. Right now, it would be best to get you on your way again," Dorephan cautioned, his eyes turning to the sky above, "Though the Storm Octo is dead, the threat of bad weather has not ended." Mipha turned to the gathered group, her serene demeanor unwavering despite the battle they had just endured.
"My grandparents' domain lies just beyond the horizon. You are welcome to rest there," Mipha offered. The offer hung in the air for a moment as the crew processed the idea of being guests in a place they hadn't even known existed. Nyx crossed her arms, her wings twitching.
"Wait a minute! You're inviting us into your... domain? Just like that?" Nyx asked. Mipha's tranquil smile widened into a broad grin, her pointed teeth glinting like pearls.
"Consider it a gesture of gratitude. You've earned it," Mipha insisted. Rayla, still leaning on the ship's railing as she regained her composure, raised an eyebrow.
"Not sure if those teeth are reassuring or a warning," Rayla muttered nervously.
"Beats sleeping below deck next to Nyx's snoring," Soren chuckled.
"Hey!" Nyx snapped, her indignant tone earning a round of muffled laughter. Callum, however, remained focused on Mipha.
"Thank you," he said sincerely, "We could use the rest... and I think there's a lot we can learn from you." Mipha gave him a small nod, the grin softening into something warmer.
"Then it's settled. Follow us, and you'll find safe harbor," Mipha agreed, turning to the towering figure in the water, "Grandfather, shall we lead the way?" The massive figure inclined his head, the water rippling faintly as he began to glide toward the horizon, his golden eyes scanning ahead. As the ship adjusted course, guided by the enigmatic duo, Rayla finally straightened, resting a hand on the bow.
"Well, this has been... a day," Rayla sighed.
"And it's not even over yet," Callum smiled, exhaustion and relief mingling in his expression.
Claudia's body stirred as the waves gently lapped at her sides, her clothes soaked and heavy with saltwater. She coughed, sputtering as her eyes fluttered open to the dim light of a cloudy sky. The storm had passed, leaving her sprawled on the sandy shore of an unknown island. Her limbs ached, and every breath felt like dragging air through her entire body. A faint glow caught her eye, and she turned her head weakly to see the back of her left hand. The ocean primal secret stone was still there, firmly encased by an intricate lattice of shimmering silver. She flexed her fingers experimentally, feeling the cool pulse of magic running through them.
"Where… am I?" she muttered, glancing around. The beach stretched out in either direction, flanked by jagged rocks and dense, tangled trees further inland. Aaravos's voice answered her, soft yet resonant.
"Alive. Thanks to the stone's power… and your resilience," Aaravos explained.
Claudia let out a bitter laugh, staring at the lattice on her hand. "Great. Alive and stranded. Just what I needed."
"You've done well, my dear," Aaravos said soothingly. "But you've pushed yourself to the brink. Find shelter and rest. You'll need your strength for what comes next."
Nodding weakly, Claudia staggered to her feet, cradling her left hand against her chest as if to shield the glowing stone. She stumbled across the sand, her boots squelching with every step. The faint glow of the stone lit her path as she spotted a small grove of trees ahead, their twisted trunks forming a natural barrier against the wind. Dragging herself into the grove, Claudia collapsed against the base of a large tree. She pulled her cloak tighter around her, shivering as the dampness clung to her skin. Exhaustion tugged at her eyelids, but Aaravos's voice interrupted her descent into unconsciousness.
"I'll keep watch while you recover," he murmured, "Rest now, Claudia. You're safe here."
"Thanks, Aaravos…" she whispered before succumbing to sleep. The tranquility didn't last long. A rustling sound broke through the island's stillness. Aaravos's voice, sharper this time, cut through Claudia's unconscious state.
"Wake up, Claudia. You're not alone," Aaravos cautioned. Claudia's eyes snapped open, her heart pounding. She glanced around groggily, her vision blurred. Shadows moved beyond the tree line, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of footsteps crunching against the sand. Her mind screamed to run, but her body refused to cooperate. The exhaustion was too deep, her strength too spent. Before she could react further, figures emerged from the trees. Pirates. Rough-looking men and women clad in patchwork clothing and carrying crude weapons surrounded her. One of them, a burly man with a scar running across his face, stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with curiosity and greed as he looked down at her slumped form.
"Well, well, what've we got here?" he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "A little shipwreck survivor, all alone and helpless." Another pirate, a woman with braided hair and a wicked grin, leaned closer. Her gaze fell to Claudia's glowing left hand.
"That's no ordinary castaway. Look at her hand. Bet that's worth something," The woman remarked. The scarred man crouched, lifting Claudia's left hand to examine it. The silver lattice and embedded stone pulsed faintly, casting an eerie glow.
"Interesting. She's coming with us. If she's got nothin' else, this little trinket will do just fine," The pirate agreed. Claudia tried to muster the strength to speak, to cast a spell, to do anything, but her body betrayed her. Aaravos's voice whispered urgently in her mind.
"Be still. Do not draw attention to me or the stone. Let them take you. You'll have another chance to act once you've regained your strength," Aaravos advised. The pirates hoisted Claudia up, her head lolling against her chest. She caught snippets of their conversation, mentions of a hideout, loot, and something about an old ship docked nearby, before darkness claimed her once more.
The Sea Legs glided into the bay, its sails catching a gentle breeze as the island loomed ahead. What had appeared from a distance to be jagged, foreboding crystal spires now shimmered softly in the sunlight, their surfaces refracting light into calming hues of blue and green. Waterfalls cascaded from the crystalline cliffs, their flows merging into the surrounding ocean, creating a soothing melody that seemed to welcome the weary travelers. Callum leaned over the ship's railing, his eyes wide with wonder.
"It's beautiful…" Callum sighed.
"It's something else, all right," Soren muttered, though even he seemed awestruck, "Not exactly what I'd expect from a 'domain.' I was thinking more… castles and walls."
"This is the Zora's way," Mipha said with a serene smile as she stood beside them, "We shape our home in harmony with the ocean's natural beauty. The crystals are not just a part of the island… They are the island." Rayla, perched near the bow with her arms crossed, allowed herself a small smile as her ears twitched at the harmonious sound of the waterfalls.
"I'll admit, this place has a certain… charm," Rayla smield.
"It's more than charm," King Dorephan rumbled as he stepped forward, his massive form casting a comforting shadow over the group. His deep voice carried a warm tone as he gestured toward the island, "The waters here are rich with life, and the crystals pulse with the magic of the ocean. It has long been a sanctuary for us as well as a source of our strength. Today, it will serve as yours." Nyx, perched on the rigging, tilted her head.
"A sanctuary sounds about right after what we just went through. Storms and magic don't exactly make for a cozy trip," Nyx remarked. The Sea Legs glided towards an aqueduct platform with a weary creak, its hull weathered but holding strong. Around the ship, the waters shimmered with an almost otherworldly glow, illuminated by cascading streams that surrounded the crystalline city. Ahead rose an island with breathtaking splendor with an entire city seemingly carved from silver crystal. Water flowed endlessly through aqueducts and waterfalls, threading between the structures like veins of light. The air was cool and carried a faint mist, mingling with the sound of rushing water to create an aura of serene majesty.
"Whoa," Nyx breathed, her golden and blue eyes wide. "This place is... shiny." She reached out toward a glowing crystal formation near the platform, her fingers twitching. "I wonder if they'd notice one missing…" Before she could make contact, a sharp tug on her arm made her yelp.
"Nyx!" Rayla scolded, pulling her back. At the same moment, Stella had already perched herself precariously on the railing, her tiny paws reaching toward a nearby crystal.
"Oh no, you don't," Rayla snapped, snatching her pet into her arms, "Touching strange glowing crystals is how adventures go horribly wrong." The cuddlemonkey pouted, her big eyes blinking innocently. The water beside the dock rippled, drawing their attention. Three Zora figures emerged from the crystalline depths, their movements as graceful as the waters themselves. At the forefront was a green-scaled Zora woman with an air of regal authority. Her flowing fin-like arm extensions mirrored the currents she commanded, while her silver adornments gleamed faintly against her smooth skin. Beside her stood a towering Zora, his sky-blue body rivaling even Dorephan's in size. His powerful frame exuded quiet strength, but his golden eyes carried warmth. Dorephan himself rose from the water next, his massive form easily distinguishing him as both a leader and protector. Despite the battle's toll, his golden eyes twinkled as he exchanged an amicable glance with the sky-blue Zora.
"Welcome to Crystallia," the green Zora said, her voice like a gentle wave. "I am Queen Avelyn, and this is my husband, King Tydros." She turned to the towering Zora at her side, then gestured to Dorephan. "And, of course, you already know our brother-in-law, the Exalted Dorephan."
"You killed the Storm Octo, eh old friend? Still trying to outshine me, I see," Tydros chuckled. Dorephan returned the laugh, his deep voice resonating.
"If I am, it's only because your scales glow brighter every year," Dorephan laughed. Mipha stepped forward with a respectful bow.
"Grandmother Avelyn, Grandfather Tydros, these travelers aided us in defeating the Storm Octo," She motioned to the group, "Without their help, we may not have prevailed." Tydros' gaze swept over the group with interest.
"Impressive. Few would willingly face such a beast," Tydros remarked.
"It's not like we had a choice," Nyx mumbled, earning a nudge in the ribs from Soren. Queen Avelyn inclined her head warmly.
"You have our gratitude," Queen Avelyn said, Callum stepped forward, offering a polite nod.
"It's an honor to meet you all. I'm Callum, a mage from Katolis," He greeted, gestured to the others, "This is Rayla, Soren, Nyx, and Captain Villads of the Sea Legs." At the mention of the captain, Nyx gestured dramatically toward the mast, where Villads lay slumped asleep.
"Although, uh, we might need to revise that last introduction. He's looking pretty dead," Nyx winced. Soren rushed to Villads' side, shaking his shoulder.
"Captain? Captain!" Soren yelled. Villads snorted awake, blinking his right eye rapidly. He gave them all a sheepish grin, showing off the restored sight.
"I'm alive! Just resting my… er… good eye," He stammered. He turned his head with exaggerated effort, showcasing the use of his right eye now fully restored, "Aye… Still got to get used to seeing again…" Tydros' hearty laugh rumbled as Avelyn smiled, though Mipha looked less amused.
"You've certainly brought a colorful group, my little tuna," Tydros said, glancing at Mipha. Mipha turned back to the visitors, her expression softening.
"You've traveled far. Please, rest and recover. There is no better place for it," She offered a broad grin, her pointed teeth glinting in the light, "And perhaps we can discuss what brings you so far from your shores." Callum exchanged a glance with Rayla, who gave a small nod.
"Thank you," he said earnestly, "We'll gladly accept your hospitality." The group followed their hosts into the glowing pathways of Crystallia, Nyx trailing behind. Her gaze darted longingly toward the radiant crystals, and Stella gave a small chirp of agreement. Rayla glared sharply at both of them, keeping the chaos in check. As the breathtaking city unfolded before them, with waterfalls and pure water illuminating every corner, Callum felt a surge of awe. Perhaps, he thought, this was the beginning of their answers. After docking the ship and leaving the crew to deal with repairs, the group followed the Zora royals to their dining hall. The great dining hall of Crystallia glowed softly beneath the cascading crystal waterfalls that adorned the walls. The water ran through channels carved into the stone, reflecting the glow of the crystals and adding an ethereal shimmer to the room. The table was laden with fresh seafood, grilled fish, crab, and shellfish, as well as colorful seaweed and a variety of fruits. Crystal-clear water, harvested directly from the purest springs, was served in beautifully etched glasses. The group had settled comfortably into the hall, seated around the long table, taking in the serene beauty of the Zora city. King Tydros leaned forward slightly, his golden eyes scanning the group with both curiosity and concern. His large frame barely fit in his chair, but he exuded authority.
"Now that our bellies are full, I am curious," Tydros began, "what would compel a crew such as yours to embark on a journey through the Sea of Storms? Even the bravest of sailors know its dangers." Callum hesitated, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, his diplomatic training kicking in.
"Your Majesties, we had little choice. We are hunting down a fugitive. Her name is Claudia. She's a dark mage who freed Aaravos, an ancient elf whose ambitions threatened the peace of our lands," He explained, pausing to let the weight of his words settle, "The last time we saw her, she and Aaravos tried to summon and control the dead to attack our lands. We narrowly survived the experience by killing Aaravos, but now we are unsure of her intentions."
"What we do know is that if we leave her free, the consequences won't be good," Rayla added, her tone grave. There was a brief silence at the table as the Zora royals exchanged glances. Dorephan, who had been quietly observing the conversation, spoke up in his deep, calm voice.
"This Aaravos sounds familiar," he said slowly, "A being of immense power like the demon king Ganondorf who once threatened all of Hyrule." The mention of Ganondorf sparked interest in the room, and Tydros leaned forward.
"Ganondorf?" Callum asked.
"He was a king who sought to rule the realm of Hyrule in the ancient past. His ambitions were vast, and his methods were cruel. He used dark magic to manipulate those around him, and he led countless wars to further his goal of domination. In the end, he was defeated, but the damage he caused still echoes throughout Hyrule's history even to this very day," Tydros explained. Rayla, listening intently, spoke up, connecting the dots.
"Aaravos' power is similar to what you describe of this Ganondorf. Aaravos was a sorcerer who gave dark magic to humans in Xadia, manipulating them for his own purposes. He secretly orchestrated conflicts across the land, preventing peace from ever taking hold. In the end, the Archdragons, elves, and humans had to unite to destroy him," Rayla recalled. Tydros nodded slowly, his face deep in thought.
"It seems there are troubling similarities," he said. "And this Claudia?"
"Unclear, but the last time we left her to her devices, there was big trouble. We're not going to make that mistake again," Callum nodded. At this point, Captain Villads, who had been quietly nursing a drink at the end of the table, finally spoke up. He leaned back in his chair, a wry smile crossing his face.
"I've sailed many seas and heard many tales, and while this is my first time crossing into the Sea of Storms, danger won't scare this lot," he said with a chuckle, "Not when fortune and glory are our rewards." He took a swig of his drink, then added, "And who better to brave it than a ship full of misfits like us, eh?" Nyx grinned, leaning in, clearly amused.
"You're not wrong, Villads," she said, her tone playful, "Who needs safety when you've got magic and danger all around?" Soren, who had been quietly observing the exchange, leaned forward, his brow furrowing.
"How far do we have to go to reach Hyrule?" he asked, his tone serious but with a hint of impatience. Avelyn, who had been listening thoughtfully, offered a calm but reassuring answer.
"Hyrule is not far," she said, "With clear skies and seas, you should reach it in the next two days or so. However…" She hesitated, her expression darkening slightly. Tydros picked up where she left off, his deep voice rumbling.
"The closest port of call is Hateno Port. To get there, you will have to pass within range of Eventide Island. It is home to a group of pirates who have been causing trouble for anyone passing through the area," Tydros cautioned. Villads' eyes lit up with a mix of excitement and wariness.
"Pirates, eh? Just what we need to make the journey more… memorable," Villads said. Rayla's expression hardened.
"Great. Just what we needed, a bunch of thieving sailors adding to our problems," Rayla sighed. Mipha, who had remained silent until now, looked to her grandparents, then to Dorephan. Her soft voice carried a note of determination.
"Bearing that in mind, I think it would be if I guide you the rest of the way," she said, "It is time for me to return to Hyrule anyway. My training here is complete, and I have missed my family dearly. My mother, father, and siblings will be wondering why I've delayed this long." Dorephan's face softened with a mixture of pride and understanding.
"Then it is time for you to return," he said, "I will remain here. I've fought enough battles and seen enough storms for one lifetime." He smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping across the crystalline hall, "Retirement has its own rewards, and I intend to enjoy the peace I've earned." Tydros and Avelyn exchanged a glance before nodding in agreement.
"In the time you've been with us, you've grown strong, Mipha," Tydros said, "And your knowledge of the seas will be invaluable. Go with our blessing and be careful Granddaughter."
"Then it's settled. We rest tonight. Tomorrow, we'll continue our journey," Callum declared.