Arc I — The Celestial Genesis
Chapter 3 - The Flames of the Sea
Arc I — The Celestial Genesis
Chapter 3 – The Flames of the Sea
Scene 1 – The Wreck and the Storm
The fissure closed behind her, but the screams of the Viking village still echoed in her mind.
The flames.
The blood-stained snow.
The child lying in the white.
The woman dragged by her hair.
Those visions clung to her as she fell.
And then the sea struck her.
The cold swallowed her whole before she even understood what was happening. Naya was hurled beneath the surface, rolled and battered by the storm like a feather inside a raging forge. Salt burned her throat. Her breath shattered. She broke through the surface for a single heartbeat, saw a sky torn by lightning—then another wave crushed her.
The bracelet flickered weakly, its glow almost drowned.
She was sinking.
A deep rumble rose around her. Something vast moved above, heavy and alive.
A shadow of wood and sails.
A ship.
Voices pierced through the chaos:
– “There! Someone in the water!”
– “Grab her!”
A rope slapped the wave beside her. A hand plunged through the foam-steady, burning hot despite the freezing rain.
Naya clung to it.
She was hauled upward in a brutal pull. Her body hit the soaked planks before collapsing onto the deck. Around her, silhouettes ran, pulling ropes, shouting into the wind. The sea tossed the vessel like it wanted to break it apart.
A figure leaned over her.
A young man.
Rain-soaked face.
Dark hair plastered to his skin.
Clear eyes – unexpectedly gentle in the heart of the storm.
He froze for a moment, breathing hard, his hands still gripping her arms as if afraid she might slip away.
– “It’s alright… I’ve got you.”
Naya tried to speak. No sound came out. Her throat was tight with salt and with the horror she had just escaped. Her limbs trembled, shaken by a cold that had nothing to do with the sea.
The young man slid an arm behind her shoulders to lift her. His touch was warm, alive, a shock after the bite of the waves.
– “Come. You’re safe now.”
Safe.
The word felt unreal.
Yet pressed against his chest, Naya felt the world slow. The wind still howled, the rain still whipped the sails but something inside her steadied.
He carried her toward the cabin, his gaze holding hers like a silent promise.
She did not know his name.
She did not know where she was.
She still trembled from the massacre she had fled.
But she knew one thing:
The sea had tried to drown her.
He had saved her.
The fissure closed behind her, but the screams of the Viking village still echoed in her mind.
The flames.
The blood-stained snow.
The child lying in the white.
The woman dragged by her hair.
Those visions clung to her as she fell.
And then the sea struck her.
The cold swallowed her whole before she even understood what was happening. Naya was hurled beneath the surface, rolled and battered by the storm like a feather inside a raging forge. Salt burned her throat. Her breath shattered. She broke through the surface for a single heartbeat, saw a sky torn by lightning—then another wave crushed her.
The bracelet flickered weakly, its glow almost drowned.
She was sinking.
A deep rumble rose around her. Something vast moved above, heavy and alive.
A shadow of wood and sails.
A ship.
Voices pierced through the chaos:
– “There! Someone in the water!”
– “Grab her!”
A rope slapped the wave beside her. A hand plunged through the foam-steady, burning hot despite the freezing rain.
Naya clung to it.
She was hauled upward in a brutal pull. Her body hit the soaked planks before collapsing onto the deck. Around her, silhouettes ran, pulling ropes, shouting into the wind. The sea tossed the vessel like it wanted to break it apart.
A figure leaned over her.
A young man.
Rain-soaked face.
Dark hair plastered to his skin.
Clear eyes – unexpectedly gentle in the heart of the storm.
He froze for a moment, breathing hard, his hands still gripping her arms as if afraid she might slip away.
– “It’s alright… I’ve got you.”
Naya tried to speak. No sound came out. Her throat was tight with salt and with the horror she had just escaped. Her limbs trembled, shaken by a cold that had nothing to do with the sea.
The young man slid an arm behind her shoulders to lift her. His touch was warm, alive, a shock after the bite of the waves.
– “Come. You’re safe now.”
Safe.
The word felt unreal.
Yet pressed against his chest, Naya felt the world slow. The wind still howled, the rain still whipped the sails but something inside her steadied.
He carried her toward the cabin, his gaze holding hers like a silent promise.
She did not know his name.
She did not know where she was.
She still trembled from the massacre she had fled.
But she knew one thing:
The sea had tried to drown her.
He had saved her.
Scene 2 – The Captain’s Cabin
The warmth of the lantern replaced the cold of the sea when Naya opened her eyes.
The rocking of the ship cradled the small cabin, and for an instant, she thought she still felt Viking snow under her feet, the blood, the flames.
She inhaled sharply.
A silhouette was sitting beside her.
A man. Arms crossed, posture tense, as if he had been keeping watch for a long time.
He lifted his head.
His dark hair was still damp, clinging to his sun-touched skin. His light eyes searched hers with a worry he didn’t try to hide.
— “You’re awake,” he murmured, relieved. “I thought I’d lost you.”
Naya tried to sit up.
He reached out a hand, then stopped halfway, as if afraid to startle her.
She eventually took it; his palm was warm, solid.
— “Where am I?” she asked.
— “Aboard the Mourning Star. And safe, for now.”
He stepped back a little, giving her space.
The cabin smelled of wet wood and salt.
The bracelet on her wrist shimmered faintly; he noticed, but asked no questions.
He opened a chest, pulled out a dry cloth, and held it out to her.
– “You’re shaking. Take this.”
She hesitated, and their fingers brushed.
A burning sensation shot up her arm.
He felt it too… his gaze lingered a second too long in hers.
A dense silence settled.
At last he spoke, quietly, almost cautiously:
– “What’s your name?”
She hesitated for a heartbeat, as if answering meant accepting that she truly existed in this world.
– “Naya.”
The name seemed to surprise him, to intrigue him. He repeated it softly, as if tasting the sound.
– “Naya…”
A faint smile touched his lips.
– “It suits you.”
She lowered her eyes, unsettled.
– “And you?” she asked.
Another brief pause, then:
– “Elias. Captain, well… almost.”
He shrugged lightly.
– “The real captain died last week. So for now, I’m just trying to keep everything from sinking.”
The sea groaned against the hull.
His tone shifted, deeper:
– “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Naya.”
Something tightened in her chest.
She looked away.
– “Why did you save me?”
He smiled – small, sincere.
– “Because I couldn’t let you disappear beneath the waves. And… because your eyes look like nothing I’ve ever seen.”
He walked toward the door.
The storm still howled outside.
– “Rest. I’ll show you the deck when the winds calm.”
He hesitated on the threshold.
– “If anyone bothers you… you come find me. Always.”
The door closed behind him.
Alone, Naya placed a hand over her chest.
Her heart was beating too fast, too hard, a new warmth, unfamiliar, dangerous.
For the first time since her fall…
she didn’t feel abandoned.
At last he spoke, quietly, almost cautiously:
– “What’s your name?”
She hesitated for a heartbeat, as if answering meant accepting that she truly existed in this world.
– “Naya.”
The name seemed to surprise him, to intrigue him. He repeated it softly, as if tasting the sound.
– “Naya…”
A faint smile touched his lips.
– “It suits you.”
She lowered her eyes, unsettled.
– “And you?” she asked.
Another brief pause, then:
– “Elias. Captain, well… almost.”
He shrugged lightly.
– “The real captain died last week. So for now, I’m just trying to keep everything from sinking.”
The sea groaned against the hull.
His tone shifted, deeper:
– “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Naya.”
Something tightened in her chest.
She looked away.
– “Why did you save me?”
He smiled – small, sincere.
– “Because I couldn’t let you disappear beneath the waves. And… because your eyes look like nothing I’ve ever seen.”
He walked toward the door.
The storm still howled outside.
– “Rest. I’ll show you the deck when the winds calm.”
He hesitated on the threshold.
– “If anyone bothers you… you come find me. Always.”
The door closed behind him.
Alone, Naya placed a hand over her chest.
Her heart was beating too fast, too hard, a new warmth, unfamiliar, dangerous.
For the first time since her fall…
she didn’t feel abandoned.
Scene 3 – Fire, Eyes, and Blood
The storm had finally withdrawn, leaving behind a red sky and a sea still swollen with heavy waves.
On deck, the crew of the Mourning Star had lit a brazier. Its glow cast shifting gold over weathered faces, calloused hands, and the rough laughter that mixed with the creaking of the ship.
When Naya stepped onto the deck, wrapped in Elias’s jacket, a subtle silence rippled through the group.
Eyes turned toward her.
Some curious.
Some hungry.
Some dark with intentions she couldn’t name.
Elias moved to her side, placing a light guiding hand in her back.
– “Don’t worry. You’re safe here.”
She wasn’t certain of that.
The warmth of the fire didn’t match the coldness in the stares that followed her.
Elias lifted a tin cup.
– “She’s the one I pulled from the sea. As long as I breathe, she stays under my protection.”
A few men nodded.
Others exchanged looks.
One of them stepped closer, a broad-shouldered pirate, beard soaked in rum, eyes fixed on Naya like a predator spotting prey.
– “Pretty catch, Captain. A woman washed up by the ocean… that’s a gift. You planning to keep her all to yourself?”
A crude laugh rose behind him.
A shiver ran along Naya’s spine.
The bracelet on her wrist pulsed faintly, like a muted warning but offered no magic.
The man took another step.
He reached out, palm open, ready to touch her.
Elias moved before she even understood.
His hand clamped around the pirate’s wrist, fingers closing like iron.
– “Don’t touch her.”
His voice was low. Too low.
The pirate smirked.
– “Come on, Elias. You’re not gonna stop us from…”
He never finished.
Elias drew the dagger at his belt and drove it beneath the man’s throat in one brutal, precise motion.
One strike.
One gasp.
Blood arced darkly before dripping onto the planks.
The pirate dropped to his knees, then collapsed sideways.
No one laughed now.
The fire crackled alone in the dead silence.
Elias stood motionless for a heartbeat, the blade still red in his grip.
Then his gaze swept across the crew… hard, burning.
– “Anyone who lays a hand on this woman… dies.”
The men looked away, some out of fear, some out of respect.
Two of them lifted the body without a word and tossed it overboard. The splash was swallowed almost instantly by the dark water.
Naya trembled.
She didn’t know whether it was the violence of the gesture… or something else.
Elias wiped his blade on his boot and stepped closer to her.
– “I told you you’d be safe as long as I’m here,” he murmured.
He wasn’t smiling.
He wasn’t boasting.
He was stating a fact.
And in his eyes, Naya saw something fierce, dangerous…
and something deeper she couldn’t name.
The heat of the brazier warmed her skin,
but it was nothing compared to the strange, burning sensation settling quietly in her chest…
a mix of fear, gratitude,
and the beginning of a desire she could no longer deny.
His hand clamped around the pirate’s wrist, fingers closing like iron.
– “Don’t touch her.”
His voice was low. Too low.
The pirate smirked.
– “Come on, Elias. You’re not gonna stop us from…”
He never finished.
Elias drew the dagger at his belt and drove it beneath the man’s throat in one brutal, precise motion.
One strike.
One gasp.
Blood arced darkly before dripping onto the planks.
The pirate dropped to his knees, then collapsed sideways.
No one laughed now.
The fire crackled alone in the dead silence.
Elias stood motionless for a heartbeat, the blade still red in his grip.
Then his gaze swept across the crew… hard, burning.
– “Anyone who lays a hand on this woman… dies.”
The men looked away, some out of fear, some out of respect.
Two of them lifted the body without a word and tossed it overboard. The splash was swallowed almost instantly by the dark water.
Naya trembled.
She didn’t know whether it was the violence of the gesture… or something else.
Elias wiped his blade on his boot and stepped closer to her.
– “I told you you’d be safe as long as I’m here,” he murmured.
He wasn’t smiling.
He wasn’t boasting.
He was stating a fact.
And in his eyes, Naya saw something fierce, dangerous…
and something deeper she couldn’t name.
The heat of the brazier warmed her skin,
but it was nothing compared to the strange, burning sensation settling quietly in her chest…
a mix of fear, gratitude,
and the beginning of a desire she could no longer deny.
Scene 4 – The Night and the Whisper of Waves
Night settled heavily over the Mourning Star.
The deck, abandoned by the exhausted crew, echoed only with the creak of ropes and the slow breathing of the waves.
In the cabin, Naya could still see Elias’s gesture…
the flash of his blade,
the burst of blood,
and the look he had given her afterward.
A look steady.
Terrifyingly steady.
She couldn’t sleep.
The air was too warm, her thoughts too restless.
So she stepped outside.
The night air caught her gently.
The horizon was a dark, thin line, scattered with unfamiliar stars.
The world felt suspended between two breaths.
Naya walked to the railing and let her fingers rest against the damp wood.
– “I knew you’d be out here.”
The voice came from the shadows.
Elias emerged from behind a sail, his shirt open, his hair still damp. His silhouette moved with the calm confidence of someone who belonged to the night.
– “I saw you leave,” he said softly. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
He stopped beside her, keeping a respectful distance.
Naya lowered her gaze.
– “You killed a man today… because of me.”
Elias shrugged, but without arrogance.
– “He was going to touch you. I couldn’t let that happen.”
There was no boast in his voice.
No pride.
Just certainty.
He leaned on the railing next to her. Their shoulders didn’t touch, yet the warmth of his presence seemed to close that small space on its own.
– “Weren’t you afraid?” she whispered.
– “No.”
A pause.
– “But I saw you were. And that was enough.”
The simplicity of the answer struck her harder than the act itself.
No one had ever spoken to her like that.
Not as an omen.
Not as a threat.
Just… as someone who mattered.
– “Before you… no one has ever done that for me,” she admitted quietly.
Elias turned his head slightly.
His eyes held a rare softness he kept hidden from the others.
– “I don’t know where you come from, Naya. But you don’t have to tell me.”
He drew in a slow breath.
– “I only want you to know this: as long as you’re on this ship, you’re not alone.”
He extended a hand toward her.
Not to take…
but to offer.
Her heart tightened.
She hesitated… then placed her fingers in his.
The touch was brief.
But burning.
They stayed like that for a moment, suspended in the silver glow of the moon, their breaths carried by the same salted wind.
Then she withdrew her hand, gently, before the emotion overwhelmed her.
Elias didn’t stop her; he simply watched her, with a quiet intensity that twisted something deep inside her.
– “Good night, Naya,” he murmured.
She nodded and walked back toward the cabin.
Her heart was beating too fast.
Her skin still burned where their fingers had met.
It was no longer just gratitude.
Nor the warmth of a protector.
It was something else…
something she had never felt.
Desire had begun.
– “Weren’t you afraid?” she whispered.
– “No.”
A pause.
– “But I saw you were. And that was enough.”
The simplicity of the answer struck her harder than the act itself.
No one had ever spoken to her like that.
Not as an omen.
Not as a threat.
Just… as someone who mattered.
– “Before you… no one has ever done that for me,” she admitted quietly.
Elias turned his head slightly.
His eyes held a rare softness he kept hidden from the others.
– “I don’t know where you come from, Naya. But you don’t have to tell me.”
He drew in a slow breath.
– “I only want you to know this: as long as you’re on this ship, you’re not alone.”
He extended a hand toward her.
Not to take…
but to offer.
Her heart tightened.
She hesitated… then placed her fingers in his.
The touch was brief.
But burning.
They stayed like that for a moment, suspended in the silver glow of the moon, their breaths carried by the same salted wind.
Then she withdrew her hand, gently, before the emotion overwhelmed her.
Elias didn’t stop her; he simply watched her, with a quiet intensity that twisted something deep inside her.
– “Good night, Naya,” he murmured.
She nodded and walked back toward the cabin.
Her heart was beating too fast.
Her skin still burned where their fingers had met.
It was no longer just gratitude.
Nor the warmth of a protector.
It was something else…
something she had never felt.
Desire had begun.
Scene 5 – The Forbidden Island
At dawn, a shout echoed from the lookout.
– “Land ahead!”
Naya stepped onto the deck.
A dark island emerged through the mist: steep cliffs, a dense forest, and a silence so heavy it felt like the air itself was holding its breath.
Even the pirates, usually fearless, seemed wary.
The Mourning Star dropped anchor at a safe distance, the waves were too treacherous to approach.
A longboat was lowered.
Elias climbed in first, then extended a hand toward Naya.
She took it… a simple gesture, but her heart reacted as if it meant far more.
The small boat cut across the gray water.
The oars echoed between the cliffs like a warning.
When they finally reached the pebbled shore, Elias helped her step out, his hand lingering on her arm a moment too long.
The forest loomed before them, dense and unmoving.
They advanced carefully.
The ground was uneven, slick with moss and twisted roots.
The still air made it feel as though the entire island was listening.
A sudden crack.
A rotten tree trunk collapsed toward Elias.
Naya reacted instantly, pulling him back.
They bumped into each other, his chest brushing against hers ... just long enough for his breath to warm her cheek.– “Well… looks like you saved me this time,” he murmured with a brief, surprised smile.
It unsettled her more than the danger had.
They pressed on, Elias remaining unusually close to her.
Soon they reached a wall of thick vines.
Elias swept them aside, revealing the entrance of a shadowed cave.
– “We gather supplies here sometimes,” he explained. “But we stay alert.”
Inside, torchlight danced across crystal-lined rock, scattering pale reflections.
The ground vibrated faintly beneath their feet, an ominous rumble that grew and faded like breathing stone.
– “Watch your step,” Elias whispered.
He placed a guiding hand on her arm… light, careful.
She shivered at the touch.
Then a deeper tremor.
A violent crack above them.
– “Naya!”
Elias grabbed her and pressed her against the cave wall just as stones crashed down where she had stood a heartbeat before.
His hand cradled her neck.
His body shielded hers completely.
For a moment, the world narrowed to dust, silence… and him.
– “Are you hurt?” he asked quietly.
– “No… because of you.”
He didn’t move right away.
His breath brushed her skin… warm, steady, dangerously close.
Then, reluctantly, il s’écarta, though his eyes didn’t dull.
– “Don’t stray from me,” he said, voice low. “Here… anything can collapse without warning.”
She nodded.
But she knew he didn’t mean only the cave.
Something inside her was collapsing too.
And every time Elias drew near,
the crack widened.
They pressed on, Elias remaining unusually close to her.
Soon they reached a wall of thick vines.
Elias swept them aside, revealing the entrance of a shadowed cave.
– “We gather supplies here sometimes,” he explained. “But we stay alert.”
Inside, torchlight danced across crystal-lined rock, scattering pale reflections.
The ground vibrated faintly beneath their feet, an ominous rumble that grew and faded like breathing stone.
– “Watch your step,” Elias whispered.
He placed a guiding hand on her arm… light, careful.
She shivered at the touch.
Then a deeper tremor.
A violent crack above them.
– “Naya!”
Elias grabbed her and pressed her against the cave wall just as stones crashed down where she had stood a heartbeat before.
His hand cradled her neck.
His body shielded hers completely.
For a moment, the world narrowed to dust, silence… and him.
– “Are you hurt?” he asked quietly.
– “No… because of you.”
He didn’t move right away.
His breath brushed her skin… warm, steady, dangerously close.
Then, reluctantly, il s’écarta, though his eyes didn’t dull.
– “Don’t stray from me,” he said, voice low. “Here… anything can collapse without warning.”
She nodded.
But she knew he didn’t mean only the cave.
Something inside her was collapsing too.
And every time Elias drew near,
the crack widened.
Scene 6 – Whispers and Jealousy
The walk back to the shore was silent.
The island felt heavier than when they had arrived, as though the forest itself was watching them leave. Naya, still shaken by Elias’s closeness in the cave, could feel her heartbeat pounding too fast beneath her tunic.
When they reached the longboat, the crew was already waiting.
Some whispered among themselves; others stared at Elias with confusion… and something colder.
But most of all, they looked at Naya differently.
Not as a stranger.
Not as a survivor.
But as the reason something had shifted in their captain.
They rowed back to the Mourning Star in tense silence.
The sky darkened, and thick waves slapped against the hull of the longboat.
Once aboard, the weight of the crew’s gazes fell on Naya immediately.
Harder.
Heavier.
Sharper.
As if the death of their companion the night before had left a mark deeper than the sea itself.
A scarred pirate stepped forward, blocking Elias’s path.
– “We need to talk, Captain.”
His tone was curt.
Elias stopped, expression calm but eyes alert.
– “Then talk.”
The man’s gaze flicked toward Naya.
– “Since she showed up, everything’s gone wrong. We lose a man. We set foot on an island we usually avoid. And now you’re risking your life for her.”
Murmurs of agreement rippled across the deck.
– “She’s not one of us,” another growled. “And you… you’re not thinking straight.”
Naya felt her stomach tighten.
Not from fear…
but from the painful sense that she was becoming a burden… or worse.
Elias stepped forward, his posture turning sharp.
– “I protect my crew. And I protect what’s under my care.”
– “An entire crew doesn’t risk itself for a girl who came from nowhere!” the first man snapped.
A cold silence spread across the deck.
The wind slapped against the sails, making the ropes groan.
Elias didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to.
– “If you question my loyalty, say it plainly.”
None of them answered.
But their eyes said enough: doubt had settled, and doubt was always dangerous.
Elias turned to Naya.
– “Come.”
She followed him, feeling the weight of a dozen stares drilling into her back.
He stopped near the main mast, away from the others.
– “Never stay alone on deck,” he said quietly.
– “Because of them?”
– “Because they’re afraid. And a frightened man… does foolish things.”
She swallowed.
– “I’m bringing trouble to you.”
Elias stepped closer, close enough that she felt the warmth of his chest through his shirt.
– “You’re not the problem. The problem is what I’m willing to do for you.”
His eyes locked onto hers.
There was something fierce there.
Something unspoken.
Something that pulled her in and terrified her all at once.
Naya’s breath trembled.
A growing certainty: the bond between them went beyond logic, beyond caution.
And the crew had seen it.
When Elias stepped away, she remained a moment longer, gripping the railing.
The sky was darkening, the sea growing rougher.
Something was coming.
She felt it.
A break.
A turning point.
And the luxure, the desire that had begun as a spark — was no longer gentle.
It was a burning ember threatening to ignite everything around her.
Elias stepped forward, his posture turning sharp.
– “I protect my crew. And I protect what’s under my care.”
– “An entire crew doesn’t risk itself for a girl who came from nowhere!” the first man snapped.
A cold silence spread across the deck.
The wind slapped against the sails, making the ropes groan.
Elias didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to.
– “If you question my loyalty, say it plainly.”
None of them answered.
But their eyes said enough: doubt had settled, and doubt was always dangerous.
Elias turned to Naya.
– “Come.”
She followed him, feeling the weight of a dozen stares drilling into her back.
He stopped near the main mast, away from the others.
– “Never stay alone on deck,” he said quietly.
– “Because of them?”
– “Because they’re afraid. And a frightened man… does foolish things.”
She swallowed.
– “I’m bringing trouble to you.”
Elias stepped closer, close enough that she felt the warmth of his chest through his shirt.
– “You’re not the problem. The problem is what I’m willing to do for you.”
His eyes locked onto hers.
There was something fierce there.
Something unspoken.
Something that pulled her in and terrified her all at once.
Naya’s breath trembled.
A growing certainty: the bond between them went beyond logic, beyond caution.
And the crew had seen it.
When Elias stepped away, she remained a moment longer, gripping the railing.
The sky was darkening, the sea growing rougher.
Something was coming.
She felt it.
A break.
A turning point.
And the luxure, the desire that had begun as a spark — was no longer gentle.
It was a burning ember threatening to ignite everything around her.
Scene 7 – Night Misleads the Heart
The ship had found a deceptive calm.
After the tension of the day, the crew had scattered. The wind had quieted, and only the soft murmur of the sea brushed against the hull, slow and hypnotic.
Naya stood near the railing, watching the dark line of the horizon.
Her heart was no longer the same.
Something had shifted inside her, a warmth too intense to ignore, born in the cave, deepened in every look Elias had posé sur elle.
She heard him before she saw him.
Measured steps.
That steady presence that always felt like a warm wave breaking over her.
He stopped a few paces away.
– “Can’t sleep?” he asked softly, his voice brushing the air like a caress.
She shook her head gently.
– “No.”
Elias moved closer, standing beside her.
The silence between them was not heavy.
It vibrated.
The moonlight softened his features.
His eyes were darker than usual, as if the day had carved something deep into him.
He looked at her.
Long.
With an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
– “I think about you more than I should,” he confessed.
Naya glanced away, but he lifted a hand and brushed her cheek, guiding her gaze back to his.
– “You don’t need to be afraid,” he murmured.
– “I’m not afraid of you,” she breathed.
His fingers slid gently into her damp hair.
A warm tightness unfurled in her chest … soft, burning, impossible to control.
Elias stepped closer.
Their breaths mingled.
Their hands found each other instinctively.
She placed her palm on his chest… warm, alive, trembling slightly beneath her touch.
He exhaled, as if that single gesture had undone something inside him.
– “Naya…”
Her name wasn’t a word.
It was a prayer.
She felt herself yielding, not falling… freeing something she had held too tightly.
The wind lifted her hair as Elias slipped a hand behind her waist, drawing her closer.
Their bodies brushed, barely, but enough to ignite every spark that had been waiting.
For a moment, they simply stayed like that, suspended between heartbeat and breath.
Then he kissed her.
A slow, deep kiss, too full of emotion to be withheld any longer.
There was no haste, no harshness…
only tenderness, longing, and a quiet fire spreading through her chest.
Naya answered his kiss.
Without fear.
Without hesitation.
The warmth of his lips, the gentle pressure of his fingers, the whisper of his breath against her skin…
nothing was rushed.
Everything was intimate, almost sacred.
When their foreheads rested together, Elias whispered:
– “I don’t know what you are… or where you come from… but I want you near me.”
She cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing his skin.
– “I’m here, Elias. I’m with you.”
His smile was fragile, rare… born from a feeling too strong to hide.
They stayed wrapped in each other, rocked by the soft song of the sea beneath their feet.
The night seemed to hold its breath around them.
It wasn’t a physical act.
It was a union.
A surrender.
A form of desire untouched by impurity…
born of longing, gratitude, and a love just beginning to bloom.
The Mourning Star drifted gently onward, unaware that this night would be their last moment of peace.
Elias stepped closer.
Their breaths mingled.
Their hands found each other instinctively.
She placed her palm on his chest… warm, alive, trembling slightly beneath her touch.
He exhaled, as if that single gesture had undone something inside him.
– “Naya…”
Her name wasn’t a word.
It was a prayer.
She felt herself yielding, not falling… freeing something she had held too tightly.
The wind lifted her hair as Elias slipped a hand behind her waist, drawing her closer.
Their bodies brushed, barely, but enough to ignite every spark that had been waiting.
For a moment, they simply stayed like that, suspended between heartbeat and breath.
Then he kissed her.
A slow, deep kiss, too full of emotion to be withheld any longer.
There was no haste, no harshness…
only tenderness, longing, and a quiet fire spreading through her chest.
Naya answered his kiss.
Without fear.
Without hesitation.
The warmth of his lips, the gentle pressure of his fingers, the whisper of his breath against her skin…
nothing was rushed.
Everything was intimate, almost sacred.
When their foreheads rested together, Elias whispered:
– “I don’t know what you are… or where you come from… but I want you near me.”
She cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing his skin.
– “I’m here, Elias. I’m with you.”
His smile was fragile, rare… born from a feeling too strong to hide.
They stayed wrapped in each other, rocked by the soft song of the sea beneath their feet.
The night seemed to hold its breath around them.
It wasn’t a physical act.
It was a union.
A surrender.
A form of desire untouched by impurity…
born of longing, gratitude, and a love just beginning to bloom.
The Mourning Star drifted gently onward, unaware that this night would be their last moment of peace.
Scene 8 – The Third Fracture
The Mourning Star drifted in a darkness the moon no longer dared to touch.
The wind had died.
The silence pressed down like a threat.
Naya stepped toward the railing to breathe.
The sea seemed to hold its breath… and she understood too late why.
Heavy footsteps.
Shadows gathering.
Three men — the same burning eyes as the night before.
She backed away.
– “You shouldn’t…”
– “He shouldn’t choose a stranger over his own crew either,” the first muttered.
A blade glinted.
The others stepped forward.
– “Tonight, everything goes back to how it was. Without you.”
Naya inhaled to call Elias…
– “Leave her.”
His voice tore through the night.
He stepped out of the shadows.
Breathless.
Unflinching.
His gaze was so cold even the pirates hesitated.
– “I warned you,” he said.
– “You’re no longer our captain,” the scarred one replied. “You’re no longer one of us.”
They attacked.
The clash was violent.
Steel against steel.
The wooden deck shook under the blows.
Naya pressed herself against the railing, heart racing.
Elias fought with near-inhuman precision.
He wounded one, pushed another back.
But they were three.
– “Elias!”
He turned toward her voice, a fraction of a second.
A blade struck his back.
His breath broke.
His knees hit the deck.
The pirate raised his weapon again, this time toward Naya.
Elias, in a final burst of strength, threw himself between them.
The second blade pierced his chest.
Naya screamed.
She rushed forward, catching him before he collapsed.
– “Elias… no, please… stay with me…”
He lifted a trembling hand and touched her cheek.
– “I regret nothing… Naya…”
His gaze dimmed.
His fingers slipped away.
His body grew heavy in her arms.
A tearing pain ripped through Naya, as if something inside her shattered.
The bracelet flared violently, burning against her skin.
Light surged.
Powerful.
Too powerful.
The pirates staggered back in terror.
A golden force spiraled around Naya, swirling like a sacred storm.
The deck quaked.
The sea roared.
And a fracture split open behind her…
a luminous tear in the air, vast and impossible.
Within the glow, shapes appeared:
a kingdom of white stone,
purple banners,
a throne bathed in sacred light,
crowds kneeling…
crowds waiting for someone.
Waiting for her.
A single word echoed in the fracture:
“Chosen.”
Naya reached for Elias, but the light tore her away.
The ship, the sea, the body in her arms…
all vanished in a blinding surge.
She fell.
Again.
Toward another world.
Toward a kingdom that already claimed her.
The third fracture had opened.
