Chapter 7: Hold My Hand
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard the TerraFirma 7."
Straati's voice echoed across the deck of the windwaker, grabbing the attention of all passengers currently aboard TerraFirma’s maiden journey beyond the Barrens. She stood by the bow, hands behind her back, smile on her face, the blue TerraFirma cap affixed nicely over her intricately braided blonde hair. The brilliant pinks of the skies and the calm sands of the Dawn stood behind her, separated by His serene white veil.
“You may have heard many tales about Eonov and its great starchild,” Straati continued, “but none come close to what the Maker will show you today. For the next eight hours of our trip, my fellow crewmates and I will be your guides in these lands, helping you cross the desert the same way He helped our ancestors reach the Sunrise Strip.”
She gave a slight wave with both of her ears. Mallik nodded back. She climbed up the masts to unfurl the sails. The blue drapes of the TerraFirma 7 opened up, folding open like a book.
The first wind blew. It filled the sails. It filled her lungs. It filled the windwaker’s engines. They finally roared to life. The oohs and ahs of the passengers were palpable even from above the top sail.
Straati kept smiling as the windwaker started moving. She simply raised her right hand, holding it at the same height as His white veil. “Dear adventurers,” she spoke with conviction as the sun rose behind her, piercing through His veil for the first time in all those endless nights these tourists had spent in the Sunrise Strip. “I welcome you to His Sun.”
act I is now complete 🙏🙂↕️
Think I will be taking a short break now from Defiler so as to focus on some short stories and submitting to litmags in April. In the meantime, have a sneak peek of ch.7 below
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