At the zenith of British Imperialism, the sun never set on the empire that ruled over 300 million people across the globe. But one fateful day, before the RMS Titanic Struck the Iceberg leading to its tragic demise, the British Isles and its few col...
The radiant, crystalline sky enveloped the enchanting world below, adorned with archipelagos suspended in the heavens, as if islands themselves learned to fly. Graceful avian creatures, their allure unmatched, glided effortlessly between these floating islands, creating a dance in the cerulean expanse. Amidst this celestial tapestry, clusters of early medieval settlements nestled below, their stone and wood structures harmonizing with the tranquility of a village still cradled in the arms of dreams.
As the first light of dawn began to stir the world awake, a particular village emerged from its slumber. Atop a hill, overlooking the entire settlement, two figures sat at the edge of a cliff. One was a half-naked male, and the other, a female with long, flowing blueish hair. Both bore a captivating blend of blue and white skin, accompanied by dark-colored eyes.
In the hush of the morning, two figures sat side by side, utterly captivated by the breathtaking sunrise painting the sky in hues of gold and pink. A gentle smile adorned the face of the young girl, as she spoke.
"Rolfam, it's... it's so beautiful... I never knew this place existed."
Rolfam, his eyes warmed by the morning light and a tender smile playing on his lips, replied,
"It's the best-kept secret I've known since I was young. I'm really glad you liked it, Deva, but..."
With a gentle touch, Rolfam placed his hand tenderly on Deva's, his gaze never leaving her.
"It's not as beautiful as you, Deva."
Deva, momentarily taken aback, felt a delightful warmth spreading through her cheeks as she blushed and protested,
"Oh, stop it. That... that is too much!"
Maintaining a serious expression, Rolfam spoke from the heart,
"No, I'm serious, Deva. You are more beautiful than anything in this world-nature, and let alone Vonoses(Angel of Beauty), cannot surpass you!"
Deva blushed again, protesting,
"Stop! You're such a charmer, Rolfam," she uttered as she covered her face with her hand due to embarrassment.
As Rolfam pondered why Deva seemed to dismiss his heartfelt compliment, conveying genuine admiration for her beauty without any embellishments, his attention abruptly shifted to a sight seeimingly emerging from the distant horizon, catching his attention.
He scrutinized it closely, realizing that the figure was steadily approaching. Without a word from Rolfam for moments, Deva lowered her hand from her face, peering at him inquisitively. Rolfam was fixed on the horizon, where the endless sea stretched out before them. Deva, growing curious, couldn't help but raise her voice.
"What are you looking at, Rolfam?"
As she redirected her gaze in the direction Rolfam was fixated on, the approaching figure became increasingly clearer. To their shock and horror, especially for Rolfam, it wasn't just a ship heading towards them; instead, it was an entire fleet of vessels advancing in their direction. The village down below appeared oblivious to the incoming fleet, its view obstructed by a small island.
*Approaching ships looks like this
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