Parable of Arcastia: Journey between the dual world

(1 Pt.1) Hazard Over the Horizon

As the ferocious wave approaches the last island in the world. None of the citizens knew of their arriving doom. Unlike the rest of the world, they were not told of the day that their island, homes, and lives would be dragged down to the bottom of the sea. The calm winds fooled them even more, as the sea move majestically across the bay. The wave targeting this island knew that it wasn't like the rest it had been sinking throughout the months. This particular island was free of the evil beasts. However, the people were becoming more distance to each other, as the idea of greed was born into the world.

Although this was true, that wasn't enough to threaten the entire world itself. The humans were only bothering one another and not other species. Regardless of this fact, they were given the order to kill the last remaining ounce of human life, along with the other animals and creatures that roam the last island peacefully. Almost no one knew of this, no one except for beings with attributes greater than humans.

And one of them didn't agree with the destructive event that was taking place right before her very eyes. She was a being that cared for the creatures of the world too much to watch them perish for any reason whatsoever.

Given her kind and generous heart, she took it upon herself to contact a human on the last land in the world. She called out to him in a distant whisper, to only a compass this one man could comprehend. Her voice traveled across the wind so that the sea imps could not be alerted. It traveled across the graves of millions. Nothing can hamper it from success in its mission.

As the monsters grow ever so closer to the last island in the world. The life on the island goes about their day as usual.

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A man prepares himself for a relaxing afternoon of his usual daily activities. He reaches towards his wall, aligned with countless fishing gear from left to right, top to bottom. He selects one, that has the paint chipped off, and the metal handle has rusted to a point, that it looks as though it as if existed for a thousand years. He grips it firmly, as he looks at the rest of his collection.

There are fishing poles that he made by himself, along with a diverse cast of hunting gear. Each individual item gives him a sense of pride. He is so amazed by his vast materials that he cannot bother to strip himself of his joyful trance.

"Hey, you do realize that those aren't going to jump off the wall and run away--right?" He turns around to see his beloved comforting him with the most exquisite smile anyone could ever hope to see so early in the morning. Even though they have been together for quite some time, they have not wedded. The ideas of marriage haven't been brought up, due to many ideas that have yet to even be birth into thought. He looks at her, unable to stop himself from smiling.

He lifts her off her feet, spinning around. Her laughter only motivates him more to continue in their play.

"Scallaban!" She speaks while laughing boisterously. "Put me down, I don't know what part of an animal those hands have been in!" He lowers her back on her feet while laughing uncontrollably.

"Wow, I've never seen anyone so excited to hunt before." She says, rubbing the wriggles out of her dress.

"Not hunting that's got me feeling this way."

"Well, today is a very special day you know. We need more food, before the cold times."

"Don't worry, I've got it all under control."

"Fine, whatever you say. Just don't get carried away again. There are still wounds that I don't know how to treat, you know?" She turns around and slowly exits the room. Scallaban gears himself heavily, but not to a point at which he will be weighed down intensely. As he steps towards the door to leave, he hears a voice calling out to him.