~Chapter Two~
-262 years before present time, Gielinor-
Far from any civilization, the Vanquisher stood afloat the calm sea. The ocean was almost as black as the sky itself, and the moon remained hidden behind dark, unforgiving clouds.
Most of the crew of the Vanquisher was below deck, asleep in their cabins. Five soldiers patrolled the top deck, but were on the verge of falling asleep themselves.
One of the soldiers, a middle-aged, well-built man with tangled brown hair, was perched against the ornately carved oak railing, observing his own hand for reasons known only to himself. For a brief moment, the ever-shifting clouds let the bright moonlight through. The moon offered momentary vision across the unending ocean. The soldier, for the tiniest of moments, thought he caught sight of something in the water from his peripheral vision. As he glanced in the direction, the clouds once again blocked out the moon, making whatever he thought he saw disappear.
The soldier debated alerting the other soldiers to this mild disturbance, but he knew he would be scolded if it was only his imagination playing tricks on him. He decided that it was nothing, and continued staring at his hand.
In the lower decks, one soldier was awake, attempting to write a letter in the darkness when he noticed the faintest of sounds. He listened carefully while remaining alert. He could hear it, a slight creaking and the smallest of pounding noises from what seemed like the outside of the ship. Was something climbing on the wall? He drew his sword, and peered out the nearest window. He looked around everywhere, but couldn't see anything. He thought for a moment that he saw the briefest of movements coming from below him somewhere as a chill slowly crawled up his spine. The soldier couldn't see whatever caused the movement, so he dismissed it as his imagination and decided to go back to writing his letter.
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