Daughter of the Sea
Okay guys, Iâve had a dream yesterday and it gave me an idea for a fic. So hereâs a prologue, if people seem to like it Iâll write an entire fanfiction with it. So please give me feedback, love you all! And uh well, I even made a moodboard cause why not, Iâm not that good Iâm sorry
Summary of the story : Y/N is the daughter of the Southerner king. Tom Holland is the son of Dominic Holland, the Northerner king. Both of the kings have always despised each other and the peace between their kingdoms is more fragile than ever. When Tom Holland comes to a tourney organized by the Southerner king, a dozen of knights accompany him. One of the knights end up killing a Southerner in the tourney and this means war. (okay I know this summary sucks but itâs just so you understand a bit what happens in the prologue)
So here comes the prologue! Itâs not very long but ya know, itâs a prologue
The wind was howling outside of the cabin and the sea was raging. It felt as if Poseidon was determined to take down that small ship who dared sail his waters in the middle of a storm. The light from the oil lantern kept flickering and you were convinced it was soon going to give out. Your grip on Tomâs hands got a little tighter as the ship crashed down a wave. From the inside, it felt as if a giant was holding you in the palm of his hands, shaking you up and down, like one would shake an hourglass in an attempt to stop the course of time.
      Your thoughts went to the ship crew that were all out in the madness. A month ago you would have never dared think that, but now you were afraid they were going to die. And them dying meant you dying, drowning in the salted water of the Mermaid sea. You had always been afraid of this sea. Few were the sailors that dared sail the Mermaid sea and you understood why has the ship crashed down another wave. You had angered Poseidon when you had chosen to cruise on his sea and he was going to make you pay for it.
      There was a loud noise outside of the cabin, the noise of wood breaking. You hoped with all your heart that it wasnât the mast. Without it, you werenât going to be able to move forward as fast as you had did up to now. And you had to reach Tomâs kingdom before your fatherâs army did. For the sake of both of your kingdoms, you had to.
      You watched as Tomâs face seemed paler and paler by the minute. He didnât like the sea. He had never did. His people were a horse people. They rode their stallions in battles and around the world. That was the way of the Northerners. You were a Southerner, your people sailed the seas on carracks and longships. Well, you had never been on a ship before, only men were allowed to sail the seas, but you still had it in your blood. Tom sadly didnât have your luck. He had been sick ever since the trip had begun and with the storm it had only gotten worse.
âThat storm is going to be the end of usâ, he whispered.
      You barely heard him under the sound of the wind and the rain.
âTom, those pirates know the sea, theyâve sailed it a hundred times beforeâ, you reassured him. âWe are going to be just fine.â
      He shook his head.
âYou heard what they said.â His voice was stronger now. âItâs of ill omen to let a woman board on a ship. They said it was going to anger Poseidon, they saidâŠâ
      You put your finger on his mouth to silence him. There were voices outside the door. Tomâs eyes were round with fear.
âSuperstitionsâ, you whispered as the captain and two pirates burst into the cabin.
      They were drippling with water and the ropes around their waists seemed heavy. The captain said something in a foreign language, but you recognized the words âwomanâ and âsacrificeâ.
âDonât you dareâ, you said as the two sailors walked towards you. âMy father will pay you whatever you want if you bring me on the other side alive.â
âSilenceâ, said the captain with his deep accent. âWoman on my ship is dangerous. Sacrifice to Poseidon. Calm the god.â
âNoâ, shouted Tom as his hands went to the pommel of his sword. Only to be met with emptiness.
      The two sailors pushed him roughly and you lost your grip on his hands. They grabbed you by the arms and dragged you out of the cabin, where two other men were waiting.
      Utter chaos was the outside world. You caught a glimpse of dark clouds before a wave crashed in, the salty water making your eyes burn.
      Maybe you should have been scared. You were going to die. Simple as that. The sailors were following the rules of the universe. Maybe it had been your faith since the day you were born. To be the sacrifice that was going to stop a war. As long as Tom reached the shore, the war could be stopped. But you were just a woman and Poseidon was asking for his price.
      You were lucky the men had been holding you because, when another wave rolled in, you lost your foot and fell. You swallowed some salty water and your throat started to burn. It tasted like fish. What a weird observation for someone that was going to die.
      They brought you toward the front of the boat, toward the bow, which was sculpted like a mermaid, as it plunged down another wave. They were going to throw you overboard, to sacrifice you to the raging waters. You considered fighting, but you knew it was meaningless. They were pirates, they knew how to fight, you had no chance against them.
      You reached the bow as the ship reached the crest of a wave. The world laid there in front of your eyes, but soon enough the tip of the boat leaned down the wave and it started to plunge down. You closed your eyes in time to stop the water from getting into them, but the piratesâ grip on your arms went loose and the wave caught you. You lost your foot and as you were about to scream, water got into your mouth, drowning the sound.
      You got tossed around by the wave, you didnât even know if you were still on the boat or if you had already been thrown overboard. Your head hit something and your body went limp as you felt your life drain from you. Maybe you were dreaming but you heard some voices. Singing. It was melodious and if you hadnât been on the verge of dying you would have cried because of the beauty of it all. But your strength was leaving you and your lungs were burning for air. But down where you were, there was no oxygen.
      You felt a hand grab your wrist ever so gently and just when you were about to lose consciousness, you heard a voice in your mind. It said a simple word. Sister.
