When the Horizon's Call changed course again, the sun had hardly started to rise, abandoning the familiar waters of their recent travels to explore a domain mentioned only in the oldest of sailor's legends. The sky was a wash of soft pinks and subdued golds; yet, far off on the horizon, a strange line of sparkling light called-a promise of mysteries older than time itself.
The fabled realm known as the Covenant of Tides, a mysterious barrier where the energies of the deep united in an eternal dance of creation and dissolution, was this one.
From the prow, Seraphine looked into the horizon; the early morning wind softly pulled at her cloak. Dark with memories of fights and injuries from the unrelenting water, her eyes now sparkled with a strong blend of interest and grave determination.
Every fiber of her existence was attracted toward that brilliant line—a sign of ancient promises and of a destiny linked with the ocean's unending cycles.
