(A/N: TFW you got sick the moment break starts and can't do shit for the majority of it. like bruh...Anyway, I'm tired, and was too lazy to proofread this. so...fun...the ending may seem weirdly scratched out or repetitive or a number of other flaws and that's because I'm writing this with maybe 5% of my brain functioning.
and fun fact about this chapter did you know that I completed maybe 33% this chapter the same day I released the last one. considering this one is 3,000 words and the usually I write 2,000 word chapters... I'll let y'all do the math, anyway have a great day, I'm getting some much needed sleep.
oh and one last thing I swear, I added another OC, now this one is a little different, (you'll see why later down the line) but just know that it is necessary for the plot to work. not a creative decision, anyway bye.)
(3rd person POV)
A terrible day at sea. Strong uncontrollable winds that would've torn smaller ships to shreds, ice-cold pouring rain that pelted at the skin relentlessly, and temperatures low enough that one's breath was visible and one's whole body would shiver. Waves were so large that they'd surely engrave fear into even the most experienced of sailors.
Within this maelstrom stood a ship attempting and failing to move past this hurricane of chaos. The wooden frame of the ship creaked and shook as it went against the impossibly large walls of water. Splintered wood and the smell of salt water filled the air and the ship was sure to fall apart soon.
The people on the ship, however? They were far afraid, in fact, one could even say that the emotion held by the people aboard was boredom, annoyance even.
"How long has this storm been going on?" the voice of a young girl rang out.
"Some 3 days," the voice of another woman rang out.
"And how much progress have we made?" asked the child.
"It's hard to tell, but If I had to say...we haven't moved an inch," the woman cooly responded.
"..." the child cooly, "I see," they responded calmly... "LIKE HELL!" she stopped on the ground in anger. Luckily the child's strike wasn't so strong as the damage to the ship, but a faint creek could be heard at the child's strike. "We would be in Oarario by now if it weren't for this stupid storm!" She complained.
"..." no one could respond. After all, the one who stood before them was none other than their goddess.
The tan-skinned, blood-red-haired, red-eyed, child-like figure, with a white skeletal mask, sat under the main deck, her vexed facial expression saying all it needed to about the situation.
Kali, a goddess ruler of the country of Telskyura, a country of Amazons.
"If it weren't for that damn girl...!" her complaints continued as the silhouette of the girl in mind formed within her mind.
Delay your travel to Oarario. She had walked onto their ship saying such things, to the goddess.
Hair white as snow, eyes that glowed a light azure. She stood a short 4 '4 and her body was like that of a child, yet the atmosphere she gave was far more mature and her aura was reminiscent more so of a god's than a mortal's.
Her voice was simultaneously high-pitched like a child's, yet authoritative. Calm and breezy like the wind, with a cool confidence that they'd agree, and her expression held a perfect poker face, betraying no sign of emotion.
Of course, they had denied her request. It made almost no sense to comply, and after she left they thought that was the end of it. However, things weren't that simple. Just as they were beginning to leave, she appeared again.
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