Fantasmia

Prologue

Crrk!

          A bright bolt of lightning illuminated the stormy skies above the little raft. Thunder crackled in the sky, as two people furiously tried to stable their craft and survive the dangerous storm that surrounded them.

          "Take cover!" Marchenous shouted, struggling to be heard over the roaring winds and booming thunder above. His wife, Selchamine, didn't need to be told twice.

          Quickly, she darted towards the cabin of the boat, throwing a red and brown plaid blanket over her shivering form, and hurriedly grabbed another one. But as she tried to hand the sky blue blanket to her husband, the wind ripped it out of her hand with such force that she stumbled and fell.

          "Get in the cabin!" Marchenous shouted, "don't worry about me!"

          Selchamine threw a pained glance at her husband. He was at the bow of the ship, grabbing a thick rope with a spear tied at the end. It was the best they could do to create a makeshift anchor.

          Then, she stumbled towards the cabin as the thrashing waves lunged at the boat, rocking it back and forth.

          Marchenous grabbed the end of the spear, the part just before the iron point. He kept his arms tucked in and then he hurled the spear towards the closest thing he could find, which were some rocks whose tips managed to poke out of the water.

          The wind, however, had other thoughts. It pushed the spear towards the man, and he fell downward, his dark brown eyes fearfully staring at the stormy gray clouds that covered the sky.

           Another blast of lightning shot down, blinding him for a few seconds. He roared with fury and pain, and then closed his eyes, shielding them with his hands.

          Then, as suddenly as it came, the storm stopped. Marchenous slowly lifted his hands from his scarred face and opened his eyes.

          "Stupid Theostaft," he cursed, "making trouble for everyone. Why don't you just keep to yourself?!" he shouted at the wind.

          No reply.

         He sighed and sat down, staring ahead of the craft, his untidy dark hair being blown in every direction.

         "Huh? What in the world?" Marchenous muttered as he observed a dark shape in the distance. "Wait... Is that... Holy creatuamanta, it is an Island." "Selchamine! Look at this!" he called.

          Silence answered him.

          "Selchamine?" Marchenous repeated, turning around.

          The cabin looked empty, but she could still be there.

          Stupid Marchenous, he scolded himself as he looked around at the vacant cabin, you should have never let her out of your sight. Masterdos is going to be furious. He frowned, and looked around. All he saw was ocean. Ocean, ocean, ocean, and an island too far to swim too. Well, he thought, at least she's nowhere near him. However, she probably drowned, which would make him really angry.

          "Oh, well," Marchenous said aloud. "Mystery island, here I come."

          And he sailed towards the dark shape, ignorant of what lay ahead.