The ship was silent. Many days had passed, ever since we abandoned home. Father told me, that we needed to leave home, once our guardians became monsters. Than a demon, had set his fangs over the vampires.
Father, reunited as many friends as we could from the village, in order to escape the war in the ship. I, don`t remeber to where he wanted to go, I must admit. To the pirates, to Ixalan with its empire? I would have liked to see an dinosaur.
Yet, I don`t think that my sister and I, will ever see land....
It was bed time, so we went down to the rooms, blanketed in the hammock. Yet, I dared not to sleep. I had the feeling, that something dark lurked in the sea
I tried to distract me away from my imagination, listening to the ruckus of the deck. The foostep of the adult, the order wich my father shouted out, the guitar Miguel as tried to relax thems. The sounds of life.
Suddendly, it went quiet. No an creack, shout, laugh, or even a breath could be heard. Then, I heard gallopings. It sounded like the step of an horse, yet it was bigger. I heard how the wood creacked to the weight of this stranger.
I tried to be silent too. Maybe, we were supposed to hide. It will go away.
I heard, an horrible squick. An gruesome dry sound. Of an butcher, cutting the meat. From where, from where it coming that horrible sound?
Maybe its nothing, its just my imagination playing trick with me.
I wake up, trying to be quiet, as I sneaked to my sister hammock. She was sleeping, in rest. I shouldn`t wake her up due to my fictionals fears.
I started to heard a new sound, of an wood creacking with fire. Soon, I smell smoke, and I saw an brightnees, above the deck.
There was fire one the deck!
Abandoning all my shame, I shaked Maria.
"Sister, wake up. The ships is burning, the ship is burning"
Maria soon awakened, her annoyed face transforming into fear, as the saw the brightness above the ship.
We ran, ran to the ladder of the deck. I was dragging my sisters, as we ran to our famlies.
I desired to reach the door, as if it were the gate to heaven.
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As my vessel sailed to the seas, I was expecting dead.
Why else, would we sail otherwise?
We had been searching for the poor sailors who perish to the wrath of the sea, for years.
Yet, Captain Moena was very vehemented about finding this ship. He even gave us an detailed map of the location.
It belonged to an familiar of his, to an treasured friend?
Whatever it was. I wasn`t prepared for this scene.
"Captain Fogged Eyes, we found the coffin!!"
Coffin, cause that is what the ship are. Coffins of their crews and souls. Soon, our divers found the wreckage, as it felt to the sea.
They rescued the bodies of their crew, their belonging and the captain`s log.
The vessel was black, as the obsidian, due to an burning. As for the deads. They were torrezians, judging for their jewelery and trinkets: Collars decorated with pendants black roses, of the figure of Saint Elende, of Lions and Rocs. An crisped book, with golden cover.
Their bodies, told me an grizzly fate. Even with their crisped flesh, I could tell the slashing on their wrist, neck, chest, legs and back. They were crafted as if by an deranged woodmen, an blind sculpturer, an an butcher playing as surgeon.
A few of thems, presented marks of teeths, with their missing flesh, telling me that the murdererers ate their flesh. It didn`t macth the frame of vampires, goblins or orc jaws.
"They were soldiers, clergymens, spies of the legion, captain?" Spat one of the womans,disgust scorn. I can`t resent her, her mother was executed once she was captured by an condemner.
"No. Civilians. Look at thier clothes of wool and cotton. They lack of armour, reliquaries or weapons. As if they sailed on a hurry. Trying to escape of something....They are refugees." I grimly conclude.
As I watched over the body of an cadaver, who hugged an stick with his arms, I heard as my crew lost their breaths. Soon, I followed their eyes watered down with fear and pity, as I turned to one of our divers.
The skeleton, was holding two bodies. Smallers than the ones we found.
"....Poor things" The woman, Lucinde, soon forgot her grievances, once she remembered who they were. They were fellow humans, persons with families. An fact, that many of the Coalitiona and the Legion seem to have buried deep in thier hates, long ago.
I dragged my legs, to take an better look at the bodies, held by the undead.
Two persons, lacking of any wound. Yet, crisped flesh. They were childrens. I fixated upon thier arms, how they locked with each other, embraced in thier last comfort of live. How thier heads, where crunched against each other, as if trying to hide from the horrible vision of thier dead families.
The bastard who commited this barbary. Deserved to be skinned, and bathed in salt.
For now, our duty was to give these unfortunate, an dignified rest.
"Prepare our coffins. Place each one pedants one thier hands. All of us are forbidden from scavenging thier belonging. That is an order!!!"
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Father, mother, Perez, aunt Dania. They are deads.
I heard as the monster laughed, as he sighed in extasis with their flesh, that he consumed.
He flied away, with their wicked wings.
Our lifeboats, are buring with our refugee.
"Sister, what is happening? Why? Who did this?!" Maria scream at me, as her face is moisted with her tears. I held her close, as she punch my chest.
I let her, burst out her anger. As the fire consume the ships, I held her close.
Maria, resigned at our fate, held me with her arms.
I heard, as she breath erraticaly, tormented by her sorrow and anger.
Sorrow at this tragedy, that we will never see the lusted lands of Ixalan, that our family, and the frieds who trusted us with salvation, were unceremiously slaughtered.
Anger at the monster, who laughed and enjoyed at our pain.
Soon, the fire carres our hair, burn our skin. Yet, this pain, was nothing, compared to our butchered heart.
And soon, the fire consumed our last breath.
