Blood of Water and Light

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: 𝔸𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕤

Whenever I touched Cyra it was like the world shifted in an uncomfortable manner. Seeing the green of her eyes like the moss on a stone. A wild sensation also came over when she was in peril. This instinct to save her which made me equally uneasy.

I was not good with people hence why I was never at the palace. I was the dark stain of a son who's only ability was to intimidate people with fear. Cyra had yet to look at me with fear though. Even Sam had the brains to seem anxious around me, but not her. Never her.

I glanced up as she resided in the crows nest. My sister was still perched at the wheel glaring at me for further issues. If only she understood how sorry I was. More to Cyra then her but nevertheless sorry. Cyra had fallen and nearly drowned from my ideas.

The ship was now close enough to hear the shouts of men on board. Cyra had indeed done nothing visible to the ship other then soak a few of the poor saps on board. They reached us and I saw them. Grandrea like Cyra were blowing the sails forward.

I grabbed a gun and dagger from my sides and armed myself for them.

"Give us the Grandrea and your deaths will be quick" an old man shouted his skin wrinkled.

"No but if you don't want to be struck down you should leave" Abby was yelling now coming down to my side.

They had over double our small crew. A mix of women and men and ages. They all started climbing to their railings and then six grabbed ropes and swung over.

I got lost in battle as two men ran at me. I shot the first one before he could even get a sturdy grip on the ship and he tumbled. The other came at me for sword to sword combat. I swung blocking his first strike. I dodged a few swings of his blade before backing into the deck's edge. I ducked and turned and kicked him over with ease.

I looked up at Cyra to see she was trying to focus her energy into powers. She was pulling water from their wind summoner. She fell to the ground coughing up water. From a distance she seemed to be shouting something. A few more of the crew came to our ship and made their way to the main mast and went upwards. I pulled my gun out and shot one of them and he collapsed. I trotted across to get to her nearly getting plowed over by a man Sam was fighting.

Cyra looked down and rolled her eyes before focusing her energy on the assailants. She moved her hands the rings on her fingers glittering as she pulled her hands towards herself. The men climbing started to shake and water spilled down below them. She was drowning them in reverse. She took the water from them. When they collapsed she let go and ducked just as an arrow shot towards her.

I started climbing up towards her. A strange instinct taking over me. As I reached the middle she ducked through the small hole and started hurrying down. Another arrow struck her and she started to fall. I reached my hand out and she grabbed on before she could fall too far.

"Can you climb down?" I asked hiding the worry from my voice.

She nodded simply and I let go allowing her to climb down before I joined her. The arrow missed any vital area of her body. She went to the top deck with the wheel and hid behind it as a man plowed into me. Then a bright light flashed with a loud boom. The man who had tackled me was running back to his ship. The main mast on their ship was gone and smoking from where it was struck by Cyra.

She'd broken the arrow in her side so it was easier to move about. Any of the living crew left our ship back to their ship and I ran to the wheel taking back charge and making distance.

When we were far enough away I went to Cyra seeing Sam and Abigail about to pull the arrow out.

"Just rip it out" Cyra said breathlessly.

My sister yanked the arrow out and Cyra made a squeal the made me flinch. I was worried about her and it was a terrifying feeling.

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Cyra was resting in the upper cabin my sister had been sleeping in. Sam was with her making sure she was okay. I walked up and stood next to my sister who was keeping the ship in the right direction.

"I saw you earlier you know" she said.

"Whatever it was, was not what you think" I said avoiding her gaze.

"You are starting to tolerate her in the very least and that scares you doesn't it?" she said.

"No" I lied.

My sister was not fooled by me though. She knew me better then anyone in the entire world did. I had gone cold in my childhood after my father. He used to hit or lock me into a cell for disobeying his orders. Now I think he loves the creature he made his son into. I would like nothing better then for him to be dethroned somehow and if killing him was the way so be it.

"She is okay shockingly for an other worlder who's never been hit with an arrow" she said.

"good she will need to be ready by tomorrow I am sure King of Nigra will send more" I said.

"Naturally that's what you worry about" she said.

Tomorrow we arrived and also went over the plan for how to get to the sword. It was said to be hidden in a place on the islands of death.