A reoccurring dream often stole sleep from the fearsome Captain of the Immortals. He'd woke up in a cold sweat because of it. It was late in the evening, at a time when nobody had any business being awake. Uvogin flopped in his bed many times in a vain attempt to fall back asleep, but never could. He decided to go for a walk in the dark, empty halls of the palace before trying to sleep again and ended up outside in the gardens, gazing up at the stars. The dream was neither a fantasy, nor was it a nightmare; naught was it an illusion conjured by his mind. It was a vivid memory from the eyes of a pitiful child of the Black Bay of Cerak At'Thul.
"'Vo," a young girl with straight brown hair tugged at the boy's sleeve which loosely hung off of skinny wrists. Dark, wavy locks fell over his eyes and freckled nose. "'Vo, come on! I a'nt missing out on this again because of you!"
"Wha'?" the boy groggily responded to the jostling that the girl gave him. Just when he had fallen to a peaceful slumber, she woke him up. Typical.
"Ships!" she beamed, "lots of 'em!"
Lots of ships were a good thing. Meant coin would pass from one hand to the other. Meant that everyone had a chance for some coin.
Even slaves.
Holey boots sunk into ashy-colored mud (how the dirt even got that color was a question the boy always asked himself) as the pair hurried to the bay. She was right. There were lots of ships. "Let's get closer, 'Vo." But before he could protest, she'd bounced off, and he lost her in the crowd.
And he never saw her again.
The strong, terrifying Immortal sat on a stone bench looking anything but strong or terrifying. The night was eerily silent, save for the sound of water running through a nearby fountain. Uvogin sat back into the bench, his legs outstretched, as he gazed up above at the stars, picking out one constellation after another.
"'Vo," a young girl with straight brown hair tugged at the boy's sleeve which loosely hung off of skinny wrists. Dark, wavy locks fell over his eyes and freckled nose. "'Vo, come on! I a'nt missing out on this again because of you!"
"Wha'?" the boy groggily responded to the jostling that the girl gave him. Just when he had fallen to a peaceful slumber, she woke him up. Typical.
"Ships!" she beamed, "lots of 'em!"
Lots of ships were a good thing. Meant coin would pass from one hand to the other. Meant that everyone had a chance for some coin.
Even slaves.
Holey boots sunk into ashy-colored mud (how the dirt even got that color was a question the boy always asked himself) as the pair hurried to the bay. She was right. There were lots of ships. "Let's get closer, 'Vo." But before he could protest, she'd bounced off, and he lost her in the crowd.
And he never saw her again.
The strong, terrifying Immortal sat on a stone bench looking anything but strong or terrifying. The night was eerily silent, save for the sound of water running through a nearby fountain. Uvogin sat back into the bench, his legs outstretched, as he gazed up above at the stars, picking out one constellation after another.