The oceans surface was dark, almost as smooth as the deep blue sky above. A gust of wind rushed through, stirring waves from the ocean but not enough to ease the tensity in the air. There was no moon, no stars and no clouds to cover up the infinite dome, reavealing the darkness, heavy and impenetrable as the eye of a god somewhere above glaring down.
A solitary ship strode soundlessly on the water, creating surges of wave along its path. The ship spoke of royalty, it did. Its great white sails marked the only thing moving and the rich decoration with gold and silver glinted as if lightning up a part of the sea.
On the deck sat a maiden with a pale complexion that seemed to shimmer on its own and long, wavy silver hair flowing like a stream across her straight back. In her hand was a flute made of plain ivory, a dagger dangling loosely at her hip. She was not playing the instrument, instead examining it through the light of a lamp nearby. Her bright green eyes