A/N: Sea of clouds, morning version :D
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BAM!
Zoe heard a loud bang when her body crashed into the wooden floor. It wasn't as dramatic as she thought. It was the kind of feeling she had when she tripped over her own foot. But even though the fall was light, she could hear soft ringing in her ears. She slowly opened her eyes and a night sky decorated by stars and aurora lights greeted her.
Did they warp to the far Northern lands?
She pulled herself into a sitting position, suddenly feeling heavy from her no-gravity adventure. The noise of battle called her attention, making Zoe turn to her right. Darcy was there, standing in a battle stance with his back facing her. He was holding a familiar sword, an obsidian metal beating with red unknown words.
However, the young bodyguard wasn't alone. He was positioned between her and a group of trackers. But aside from them, three more people were battling the monsters. She furrowed her brows as her vision adjusted, taking in the scenery from her left to right.
And reality slapped her, big time.
Zoe wasn't sure where they landed, but the fact that they were on a ship sailing across the night sky blew her mind away. Mixed emotions piled inside her like a fast-paced Tetris game. She was afraid of the unknown waiting for her, yet the thought of having an adventure brew so much excitement inside her. Nostalgia washed over her, filling her with a sense that she finally found the thing she was looking for a very long time.
She turned to face the chilly night breeze, allowing it to push back her long red hair. She was about to stand, but her hand landed on a pool of slimy goo. Zoe looked down and gasped when her eyes met the eyeless creature. She backed away, trying to wipe the goo on the wooden floor.
Her stomach revolted and instantly stopped like an undecided platypus. She stared as the tracker melted away, leaving nothing as if it never existed. She examined her hand and the black goo slowly became ashes until it left her hand and wandered with the wind.
Was it the reason why the tracker mysteriously disappeared that night?
"I can't believe," a guy shouted, knocking three arrows that killed three trackers at once. "That you're finally back!"
Zoe spun to see what was going on.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" Darcy chuckled.
He slashed another tracker and Zoe watched its head rolled away from its body, leaving a trace of black goo in its wake.
"I think that's the last of them," said by a female voice.
Out of curiosity, Zoe got to her feet and cautiously approached the scene. She was aware that eyes peeked at her, but she couldn't avert her gaze from the atrocious spectacle. The wooden deck was painted with black goo as though an artist decided to transform it into something grotesque. Every possible type of death appeared before her. But before she could even enumerate them, the bodies started dissolving, leaving her with a jaw hanging in the air.
"Holy cow in panties! Are my eyes playing tricks on me?" the guy with bow and arrow shouted, gesturing at Zoe.
"Excuse me?!" she blew up with rage. "Did you just called me a 'cow in panties'?!"
"Oh no, deary!" he shook his head so many times that his curly brown hair looked like a chocolate coated popcorn. "I-it was kinda my habit."
"Forgive Ty," Darcy said. "He didn't mean to offend you."
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