Forgotten Sea: Chapter 1
On the island there’s a legend: anywhere the ocean breeze blows, that is the territory of the Sea God.
“The Sea God requires devout followers!”
When storms raise huge swells in the middle of the sea, and sprays of frigid waves strike seafaring ships, fishermen and sailors with nothing to their name take off their shirts and put on gray-blue cloaks.
They call themselves “God’s Emissaries,” and built a temple on the cliff overlooking the sea, where they light sacred fires, and chant scripture of unknown origin day and night.
They say, the Sea God will choose the most devout follower from the humans, and in return, the Sea God will make the human’s wishes come true.
They say followers must meticulously prepare offerings for the Sea God–sometimes rare and strange creatures, sometimes gold and jewels, sometimes humans.
Sailor 1: … search quickly! The Sea God’s sacrifice is missing!
When the ship sails to the center of the storm, it loses its direction.
Seawater has seeped into the cabin; the corpses blocking the way in front of me are already cold and stiff. I try my best to repress the disgust in the back of my throat.
Sailor 2: Let go… the rigging… turn the ship! Quick…!
Sailor 1: It’s no good, the waves are too strong… we’re taking on water! The cabin is already half flooded!
Sailor 2: Quick… quickly throw down the sacrifice!
There are panicked shouts, and the cabin shakes violently. A sailor kicks aside the other already swelling corpses, dragging me up to the deck by the scruff of my neck.
A song coming from an unknown source, carrying an elusive faintness, drifts across the misty surface of the ocean.
That song is like a formless hand, and it calms the anger of the sea. The waves gradually weaken.
??: How annoying … a little further, and what you would have met with wouldn’t have only been this little bit of tempest.
Before the ship hastily sails away, I’m thrown into the sea, and even my last call for help is drowned by the ocean waves.
MC: S… Save me…
Seawater covers my head. Before I completely lose consciousness, a surge of warm strength suddenly embraces me.
When I float to the surface, I see a pair of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my entire life.
??: … an abandoned human?
The youth’s hand holds an ornate flute. When he stops blowing into the flute, that faint song disappears.
MC: Save me…
??: …
Sitting on a piece of driftwood, he leans closer to peer at me, the scales on the side of his neck gleaming faintly in the night.
Can this be a Lemurian?
??: You wish for me to save you?
The youth bends low and stretches his hand out to me.
Interaction (take hand)
The moment our hands clasp each other, a jet of scalding flame flashes from his fingertips.
??: … Hahaha!
He flashes a sly smile at his successful prank. The instinct to survive causes me to heedlessly grip his hand with more strength than I have ever used before in my life.
??: …
??: Let go.
Under my fingertips, those tiny scales around his neck rise up slightly.
??: … I told you to let go!
In a daze, I recall a legend I have heard before–
If you receive a kiss from a Lemurian, you will gain the ability to breathe underwater.
In the choppy waters of the ocean, I hold his shocked face, and ruthlessly kiss him.
??: …!
MC: Save me…
I fuzzily widen my eyes, casting a pleading look towards that pair of beautiful eyes.
After a long silence, his voice rings out next to my ear—low and alluring, like a spell to .
??: I can save you.
??: But in return.
??: You will and become my follower.
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