Very little know the tale of the kingdom of Osohe. Spawning about half of the continent of Boreas, Osohe was one of the most powerful nations of the year 100X.
We follow our hero Sage. A man that had recently departed from the army, Sage lived in the small village of Howlington. He was raised by his father Lucius, but for all his life had never seen his mother. He doesn’t know it, but fate had something in store for him.
The morning bellboy awakened all in the ship cabins. “We have reached land!” He called out. Everyone woke to the word, “land.”
All of the crewmembers opened up their cabins. ‘Is it true?” “Have we finally reached home?” Many words were rambled into a fog of sound. But it seems Sage was the only one that was still asleep.
“C’mon mate,” his cabin mate Tray exclaimed to Sage. Awakened but dreary, He got up to see the hazy figure of Tray. “The bellboy said that we’ve reached land,” He said to him. “Better get movin’, eh?” Tray walked out of the room with the door shut behind him.
Sage slowly got out of his bed and inserted his feet into his favorite leather boots beside the door. Grasping the luggage he prepared the day before, Sage blew out the candles that dimly lit the room and opened the door.
Crowds of many other soldiers littered the narrow hallway, usually they were just friends that wanted to say farewell to each other. Sage was side-stepping through everyone to reach the door on the other side of the hallway that led out onto the deck.
Sage managed to squeeze through and open the door. The deck was as humble as ever, but the land ahead blurred the whole ship as if it were an illusion.
Boreas was just as majestic as it was when he left it a year ago. The sun dazzled Sage’s eyes and the cries of gulls lingered, seeming like they wanted to welcome the soldiers back home. “Fareburry Quay in site! Prepare to depart!” The bellboy called again from the watchtower at the bow.
Soldiers outside were cheering from the words of the bellboy. But through all the hoorays and the sea chants, Sage heard Tray’s cockney voice. “Eh Sage!”
Sage looked around the whole ship. “Where are you?” He called out. “Over ‘ere.”
He was shocked to see Tray standing right behind him. “Ahh! Don’t ever scare me like that!” Sage nagged to him. “Well anyway, what did you call me for?”
“I wanted to give you this befo I go,” Tray said. ‘It’s my father’s sword.” He pulled out a sword case sticking out from his bag. Tray handed it to Sage with both of his hands. “But…why?” Sage asked.
“My father always believed that I would become a fierce warrior. But if I show it to ‘im unscratched and clean, he’ll just think of me as a failure.” Tray seemed a bit saddened. “Blood ‘an gore never interested me. But the arts of painting and drawing always fascinated me. Besides, I’ll just tell ‘im that it was lost through the war.”
Sage drew out the sword. “It’s made of pure steel,” Tray commented. “Made from the stones of Snowcap.” “I…don’t know what to say,” Sage said, looking through at the reflection of his face through the sword with surprise. “Thank you!”
“We have reached Fareburry Quay! Please depart the ship!” The bellboy called out. As people marched onto the pier, Tray and Sage said their last goodbyes.
“Where do you live?” Sage asked him. “I could meet you sometime if you’re nearby.”
“I live in Montefassato, On the other side of the continent,” Tray answered. “That’s why I have to take a ferry from here.”
“Well, see ya!” Sage called out, running with his new sword onto the pier and into the town. But he turned back before the dock ended and turned to streets, seeing the faint image of Tray boarding a ferry with many other people on the opposite side of the ship. Sure hope I’ll see him again, Sage said to himself, putting the sword into his bag.