Lost Kingdom of The Seven Seas

The Death Quest

It has been a nightmare. The feeling when you wake up with insomia last night and still got the hang-over headaches. It chills my bone, I can almost feel the electricity breaking shattering and cracking over my nerves. When do I start sleeping well? Atleast more than the normal hours required to sleep. I just can't yawn. I just can't close my two lurking eyes. Nightmares of my childhood tales has keeping me rest. It came back. The lucid memory of the past. It haunts me back. It wants me again.

Seven years passed since Aunt Glenda took me back to North Asia. She's been with me throughout my academic sojourn. Next year, I'll be an aprentise. After that, you'll be seeing me on the Treatment Vault mending, assisting and aiding patients that caught up from wars and the town's careless ambush. I'll be a healer soon. I'll be retrieving sickness.

After my childhood incident, my grandparents and aunts never talked about it. They said it's too sad to furthermore ask me about the whole details. But I would do anything to help them resolve the case. I'm all willing, if they just asked me to.

Then came a fresh new year ahead. I was never bothered by the incident of my cousin since then. I thought it's alright, like I can survive the cost until the rest of my life.

But the scars will remain.
Right after I turned twenty, the memories flashed back to my dreams and vissions.

I wanted to help her, Cleansie, but it was impossible to find her. I was also out of pulse and was fighting my death row when storms crawled into my body. I heard the thunder cry of Cleansie. I heard her lightning pains.

Seven years passed and I'm going back. I never know what awaits for me in the seventh sea. But now, I wanted to stop this crazy thought that keeps on bothering me and my soul. Now is the time for a discovery.

Cleansie's tales has never been heard again like her bones.They didn't find her in the ocean. They didn't see her body.

Then, the rescuer said, the lost kingdom of Celistone was not true. Yes, there were artifacts burried deep in the ocean but it is not a proof of its existence. The left overed stones and frozen bodies were made by ancient sculptures to which I want to believe what they said was real. But it didn't outweigh Cleansie's belief of the lost kingdom. Hers was the reality. She had spoken the truth for me. Who knows, maybe she found a portal to that kingdom?

Aunt Glenda and I argued in a lot of terms about bringing back the case again. She said she couldn't afford to lose me, like she thought I was still that careless fearful neice she ever remembered. But I changed, a lot. I've grown taller and broader. There are muscles growing around my bodies. Biceps and abs, name it. My jaw shaped exactly like the edge of a razor blade. My eyes never dissolve the family navy blue shade. My eyebrows are way too thick and cut.

Enough with that. Aunt Glenda let me go back to East Asia anyways. I have really tried hard to convince her. She's a great woman, she knows me well enough to understand my feelings.

I still got this travel paranoia passing back and fourth inside my head but I'm glad I took pills. It felt better now.

When we reached the mansion, still as lovely as a cage, grandeur as the jail that captivates any passers by, Grandmother take me by the hand and hugs me tight. She misses me.

"Welcome back, dear boy. Coffee? tea?" One of my cousin asked.
"Water would be wonderful." I flashed a smile.

"You grow handsome young man, really steady and firm." Granfather taps my left shoulder.

After the welcome agendas and celebrations for my academic accomplishments, I excused myself to go out for a while.

When I reached the port, seems older and duller now, I sat down by the bench. The sun is staring at me like it was pointing my fears. Recreating those hungry beast of the past to scare me off.