⚠️This is a historical fiction novel that takes inspiration from real historical events with a twist of fiction. This isn't 100% Historically accurate.⚠️
The little son of a Tagalog Raja, Ari witnessed the Chinese's hunger for power as their island...
"This isn't a story about war and destruction. But a story of a man who found peace amidst the fire"
Prologue
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
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Taiwan, Formosa Societies
"Can a slave like me ever reach the end of the seas?" a boy asked, his voice tinged with longing.
"The end... far to the east of the blues; it is warm and fertile, as our ancestors' sacrifices foretold. It is a land free from slavery and the fires of war, yet it remains nameless." Whispered a distant memory, from a boy longing for a different world.
"I don't know, my son. Our predecessors may have reached the end of the seas and found that land by now." His mother said, remaining her eyes on the southern seas, where a distant shadow of an island belonging to people that had been their race's saplings.
"But, Mom, do you think we'll ever be free from the Chinese?" The boy's innocent question reflected the fear the people of this island have been keeping.
"We can never be certain... But as long as evil exists in this world, there will be those who steal the land and water that belong to those the Gods gave to."
The Chinese- the Mings, Every bit of memory from that disaster in the northern point of the island was still a red scar. They started off as traders, illegal traders from what the child had heard, but everything changed as trust and time flowed through the seas. The once mysterious and rich people of the mainland have favored conquest and violence, all killing the innocent for their selfish needs.
Ever since then, there will always be an advice trapped within his mind; Never trust those who hide in colossal ships.
The water rushed into a foamy form, brushing away the colony of small crabs the boy had been watching. Ari, the boy, reached for the biggest crab he found. His mother, gazing at the waves crashing against the rocks, noticed a silhouette looming in the distance.
"Ari, go get your father," she said, alarmed by the familiar sight. Ari stood, confused, but immediately obeyed his mother, then paused.
"What are those, Mom?"
"It's the Chinese," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of fear and resolve. But her eyes locked wide, seeing bigger silhouettes arriving far different from what the Chinese could achieve.
"Mom. . ?" Ari looked back, sensing Something different from his mother.
