The waves collided with the Valkan ships and Thaeros knew it was unusual. The Sea of Elora hadn’t made any waves for many years and remained stagnant, no creature could live under that cursed sea. Everyone of them was nervous and frightened, since they were the first one to attempt to navigate the said cursed water after hundreds of years. It was the largest sea and it seemed to mirror the night sky, its water glimmered, beautiful and breathtaking. It had certain beauty nobody appreciated. Azaiah walked to him on the deck, not minding the heavy pouring of rain. “The Valkan Ships are strong,” he said. “We’ll make it to River Lights.” Thearos turned to him. For a moment, he examined the lad, seeing a brave valkan warrior, the exact image of Raq. “Aren’t you too young to be a captain?

