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.
There’s an old saying around these Islands: “Wherever the sea breeze blows is under the Sea God’s divine gaze”.
The God of the Sea demands more devout followers!
As winds rise at sea and the tides pummel ships, fishermen and sailors wear gray garments.
Emissaries of the Deep Sea they claim to be. They construct temples on seaside cliffs, light sacred flames, and sing hymns from dubious origins everyday.
They say the God of the Sea will select His most devout follower among the humans and grant their wish.
A gift must be prepared for God of the Sea. Sometimes, ‘tis a creature from a foreign land, treasure, or even a person.
Sailor A:…Quickly now! The sacrifice is missing.
Amidst the storm, the ship has lost its sense of direction.
Seawater seeps into the cabin. The corpses around me are stiff, cold. My stomach churns, and I do my best not to hurl.
Sailor B: Lower… the sails… and turn… Hurry!
Sailor A: The waves are too strong… Water is rushing in! Half of the cabin is already flooded!
Sailor B: Now… Throw it in the Ocean!
They are in disarray, and the cabin shakes violently. A sailor kicks away the bloated corpses. Grabbing me by the collar, he drags me to the deck.
A strange song arrives from the misty sea, bringing with it a faint air of mystique.
Like an invisible hand, it calms the raging whirls of the Ocean. The wind dies down.
??: Fools… Any further and a storm would be the last thing on your minds.
Before the ship sails away, I am tossed overboard. Roaring torrents drown out my pleas.
MC: Help… Help me…
Briny water engulfs me. Before I lose consciousness, however, a warmth surrounds me.
When I surface, the most beautiful eyes I’ve seen appear.
??: …Were you abandoned?
He holds an ornate flute. The ethereal melody disappears when he stops playing it.
MC: Save me…
??: …
He sits on driftwood. Under the night sky, he looks at me, the scales on his neck emitting a faint glow.
Is he Lemurian?
??: Did you ask for my assistance?
He reaches out to me.
Interaction (take hand)
Yet when our hands touch, fire bursts forth from his fingers.
??: … Hahaha!
He smiles, proud of his successful joke. My survival instincts kick in, making me clench his hand with all my might.
??: …
??: …! Release me.
The scales on his neck are raised ever so slightly.
??: …I said release me!
From the depths of my mind, I remember an old story—
A Lemurian kiss can let one breathe in the watery depths.
Trapped in the unrelenting tide, I grab him, catching him off guard, and kiss him.
??: …!
MC: Save me…
I struggle to keep my eyes open, but I desperately look at the beautiful gaze.
After a long silence passes, his voice rings in my ear—low, soft, almost like he’s casting a spell to enthrall someone.
??: I will grant you deliverance.
??: And in exchange…
??: Offer yourself, your everything to me. Become my follower, mortal.
岛上流传着一个传说:凡海风吹到的地方，就是海神的领土。
“海神需要虔诚的信徒!”
当风暴在海中卷起狂澜，寒冷的浪花击碎出海的航船时，一无所有的渔民和水手们脱下短衫，换上灰蓝色的罩袍。
他们自称为“神使”，在与海相望的悬崖上建起神庙，燃起圣火，日夜吟诵不知从何处而来的祷词。
他们说，海神会从人类中挑选最虔诚的信徒，而作为交换，海神会实现人类的愿望。
他们说，信徒必须精心准备送给海神的礼物——有时是珍奇异兽，有时是金银财宝，有时是人类。
水手1: ……快找!海神的祭品不见了!
船行驶到风暴中央时，迷失了方向。
海水已经漫入船舱，挡在我面前的几具尸体已经发冷发僵，我尽量压下喉底的恶心感。
水手2: 放下……扶风绳……转舵!快……!
水手1: 不好浪太大了……进水了!已经快淹进半个船舱了!
水手2: 快……快把祭品扔下去!
呼喊声惊慌失措，船舱猛烈摇晃，水手踢开其他已经泡胀的尸体，拎着我的后领将我拖回甲板上。
不知从哪里来的歌声，带着不可捉摸的幽微，在雾气弥漫的海面上传来。
那歌声仿佛一只无形之手，平息了大海的怒气。风浪渐渐弱了下去。
??: 真麻烦……再往前开，你们遇到的可就不只是这点风浪了。
船在仓惶驶离之前，我被丢入海中，最后的呼救声也被海浪淹没。
玩家: 救……救救我……
海水没过我的头顶，在彻底失去意识之前，一股温暖的力量突然将我拥住
浮出水面时，我看到一双此生见过的最漂亮的眼睛。
??: ……被丢下的人类吗?
少年的手中拿着一只精致的短笛。当他停止吹奏时，那缥缈的歌声就不见了。
玩家: 救救我……
??: ……
他坐在一块浮木上，凑近看我，脖颈侧的鳞片在夜色下泛着幽微的光泽。
这是一只利莫里亚人么?
??: 想让我救你?
少年压低身子，朝我伸出手。
互动（握手）
相握的一瞬间，他的指尖闪出一道滚烫的火焰。
??: ……哈哈哈!
他露出恶作剧得逞后的狡黠笑容，求生的本能让我不顾一切地抓紧了他的手用尽了此生最大的力气。
??: ……
??: 松手。
手指尖下面，那些细小的鳞片顺着他的脖子非常轻微地竖了起来。
??: ……我叫你松手!
意识模糊中，我想起自己曾经听过的那个传说——
只要获得利莫里亚人的一个吻，就能获得在水下呼吸的能力。
一片起伏的海水中，我捧住他惊愕的脸，狠狠地吻了下去。
??: ……！
玩家: 救救我……
我朦朦胧胧睁开眼，恳求地看向那双漂亮的眼睛。
沉默了许久，他的声音在我耳边响起，低而婉转，像一句蛊惑人心的咒语。
??: 我可以救你。
??: 但作为回报.
??:你要献上你的一切，成为我的信徒。
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