CURSE OF THE EVER REALMS

Chapter 3: Call of the New Land

While the sun unveiled the once blackened landscape. A new world emerged before Marc and Sam's eyes. Mysteries that laid hidden, now are revealed and for a moment they both gasped under the wonderment of a new beginning.

Captain tied up by his hands around the mast is coming to from his comatose state. Seeing his men surrounding him he has a look of fear on his face. Removing him from the mast they escort him to the plank over the epic sparse seas.

"You've got to be kidding me boys. I am your master!"

Tides rise and fall, against the ancient wood of the ship, a haunting moan from the aching muscles of the vessel. Almost like there was a soul crying out to you, tired and worn. Yet on she went gliding through the sea so endlessly like a force of nature.

Coming to the edge of what seemed like a port, at the end of the purple bay, there the ship anchored and she was able to rest from her long adventure. Piling out from the ship, the crew seemed hungry but not for food, not even for goods or ale, for their cravings go deeper than just starving stomachs. Women, that is what these hot blooded males wanted and as fast as you could say it, they were putting their arms around ladies that graced the port in what could only be described as very elaborate underwear.

Sam turned a blind eye to the lonely crew and allowed them to get whatever would make them happy this one time. Knowing full well that without them they could never of found this place. Marc was already eyeing up trinkets on a market stall near the back of port. On closer inspection there is an object there which looks fairly similar to the one Sam came across.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" A lady standing around five foot nothing calls from behind a mesh curtain. Coming through the golden material rapidly, glowing firefly orbs fill the air around them both, with a cloud of magical dust they are now both choking. This dark tanned woman with piercing grey eyes simply wofts them all away. Looking up at him slightly as Marc does not tower over her height, is an attractive young woman with her jet black thick hair in a messy bun.

"Bloody windhoppers! What may i do for you Sir?" With a light whispy voice it speaks through him.

"First off, windhoppers? We're not from around here. So i may need to understand what's going on with whatever the hell that was first?" Marc stares at this lady waiting on her response but she gives him a look of distrust.

"Windhoppers! Everyone in the world knows about the little terrors! You must be from another planet if you not come across those." Marc smiles at her with a bit of a forced fixed grin and asks again reluctantly.

"Lady please just tell me what they are." With a bit of a wary sound to her words she responds.

"If you must know. Windhoppers are mystical creatures. Bug form, they are invisible until you disturb them and they create a display of gold lightshows on the air that move around. As beautiful as they are, their smell is not so kind. Normally these bugs are captured and used to warn off evil."

"Rightio, well thanks for letting me know. Now this object here what does this do? May i ask what it is for?" Marc, points out a small ruby object that looks almost exact to the one Sam found. This lady looks at him with confusion.

"Well i feel i must tell you or you'll only bother me some more. It's a rare object, one only found in a dark wizard or witches possession. This one was given to me as payment for another rare item." Marc's eyebrow bends upward on one side of his face.

"You see Madam my friend who travelled with me has a freakishly similar object. May i ask what this object does?" As he asks this question the lady turns away and walks back through the gold sheer barrier.