Minerals... that's all I was. Created during the great and powerful explosion at the beginning of this world, I am an all knowing mast of nothingness, and yet, I still have no way of speaking. My entire existence is built through everything but my voice. I was once a mountain, built to the top of an uninhabitable planet, covered in molten lava. Asteroids flew over me every day, and soon, one finally collided with my side, rocking me off the world. Now an asteroid myself, I plummeted onto this world, and end up stuck in the hands of something I had never seen before. Covered with a white kilt, this bearded man looked at my body, and saw an ocean; something I never knew of.
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The Sea's Grace
FantasyBook 1: Iron, with bits of sand, and many shells in its guard. Something given from one to another, holding the power to kill in mere seconds, having you hooked in mere seconds, coughing up something you never expected.
